What do I see?

God the creator mirrored

in thy face,

Thine eyes shall see,

God's image

in the glass .... I send to the

                             Hafiz, The Garden of Heaven, The poems of Hafiz, p.33

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eyes they say

are the windows of the soul

and our faces

ah, on them is written

our story

not just our earthly story

but our everlasting story

in our faces is eternity

revealed in the wrinkles

the age spots

the gaunt cheeks, or perhaps the double chin

what is revealed

in the perfectly imperfect symmetry?

what do we see when we look at another?

do we see adjectives?

man, woman, black, white, brown

beautiful, ugly

young, old

or can we see more?

can we see the hopes and dreams

the fears

the failures

the hurt and the pain,

can we see the longing,

the deep yearning to be loved?

each face reflects the Sacred

that face we see looking up at us from the sidewalk

that face glowering from the television

that face, drawn and tired, sitting in our office

that face laughing on the dance floor

that face,

those eyes,

behind them eternity stretches

and there, not just in the depths

but everywhere, woven into the fabric of this mortal

is the Sacred from which this one came

the Sacred to which he or she will return

the Sacred which even now

dwells with in

helper

comforter

advocate

what do I see in the face of that one before me?

what do I see in the face of the one

who stares back at me out of the mirror?

Mystery

Love
?

the Sacred