You in whose uplifted hand
the mirror flashes sunlight
on the land,
take heart!
Through your clear sight
the multitudes can see their true identity;
and if your arms grow weary
or the nights increase
the burden of your labor,
think of those
who, through the wasteland, trek
towards the dark-dispelling
glory of a burning bush.
Then lift your gaze unto
the holy panorama: see yourself,
you who hold a mirror up to Life,
likewise depicted as God's image,
whole and free.
