Clear glass

I look forward to new kitchen windows.  But really, I look for the time when I will see more clearly, all the way around.  Whether it is my eyes seeing more clearly, or windows without condensation, or the removal of all the things that get in the way of my seeing things as they truly are, I think about finally seeing through to the Truth.  Now we see in a glass dimly, or a mirror darkly.  The promise is that Then...Then... we shall see Face to Face.

Today I wait for clear glass,

The clearer

The better.

The day already moves to dusk

At four in the afternoon.

It seems I don*t worry so much about clarity

At dusk.

Come morning light

The clouded glass

Will show itself dim again.

I will move to think

What might possibly be

On a clear glass day,

Sunshine through clear glass before life

Has had its way with it,

Scratches on the double pane,

Water caught and condensed over years

Of use.

A bright hint remains:

What might possibly be the light

Direct and clear

As it was

At first.