seeing the self
nobody really knows another person,
in fact, nobody really knows themselves,
yet who we are can be glimpsed,
can be seen just a bit,
and thus known, a bit,
that glimpse can matter deeply to us,
an affirmation that who we are has value,
more than the humdrum of mediocrity
that our self-doubt shows us
in the critical mirror we use, and fear,
I work hard to see a student, a friend, a family member,
and I often feel awe at who I can see,
and far more awe at who I know
must be there behind the curtains,
humans are not supposed to be strong enough to see God and survive,
I wonder how much we can truly see another, or ourselves,
without being undone by the power released.
by Henry H. Walker
December 29, ‘21
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