For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
I Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)
Sun opens my face on a bright,
clear day and sings me the promise—
I can see forever, can really know who I am!
But truth be told, there is so much
I cannot see; so much I do not know:
who am I really, and why am I here?
and will the meek really inherit the earth?
what songs do the grasses sing
in the night? and what lies beyond
the margins of time, framed as it is by dense
and darkly misted glass?
So much I cannot see;
so much I do not know;
but now and then a shard of light
will pierce that opaque glass, and fleeting
images, rose-bright, will tremble
on the edges of my mind: our cosmos
wrapped around a cross; star-life bursting
from a rock-tomb emptied of its corpse;
images that whisper hope that someday
I will know, be fully known, dark shadows
faded from the mysteries of now.