thursday | october 13 | 2011

this dim glass.

then i turned to see the voice that was speaking to me,

and on turning i saw seven golden lampstands,

and in the midst of the lampstands

one like a son of man...

- revelation 1:12,13

for now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.

now i know in part; then i shall understand fully,

even as i have been fully understood.

- i corinthians 13:12

beyond this glass comes the call:

"be who you are. know that I AM."

i struggle against the burden of

my many transgressions, knowing

at last that my sins outnumber the stars.

pressed against this opaque wall, i yearn

to be set free, knowing that beyond this

is the Morning Star and He is arrayed in light.

in our midst, i say, and saying, rarely hear.

i see without perception, and walk

away from the mirror, having

forgotten my face's shape.

the weight of years presses

against my hollow body, and

i find myself alone in the

fire of nebuchadnezzar.

i strain to find His Voice, but

my ears are plugged by a

mucky multitude of malefactions.

i know that He stands with steadfast

mercy, beckoning my meager soul to

drink the Living Water and be

saved from the drowning undertow of

pestilent and perverse passions.

the greater the fall, the greater the restoration.

and yet, this dim glass reminds me, with

clarity, of my deep disfiguration.

yet something within me will not staunch

the longing to meet Him face to face.

"be who you are," He says,

"you are more than what you have become.

I AM that I AM; rest in Me, and

receive the forgiveness of sins."