It came to him,
“Seek ye my face.”
He had been staring at a cracked mirror,
On the wall of consciousness
Seeing ugliness, distortion.
He became very quiet,
The fear and clamor stopped.
A tiny light appeared,
Its brightness grew until
He saw another image, selfhood
Whole, upright, pure, free.
Envisioning God, face to face,
Consciousness was healed,
The body swiftly followed.
