SINGLENESS

When I look in the mirror
I see an old dear friend,
But when I reach for her,
My fingertips touch only hard, cold glass.

There is a veil between the Creator and me –
Placed there with great purpose,
Eternal wisdom and infinite love.

I am a traveler,
Wrapped in my singleness...
Ripped from His perfect presence –
I will dance alone.

Until,

After much reflection,
I will separate – body from spirit,
Reach through the mirror,
And touch Almighty God.

Victoria 1996

Painting: Red Tulip -by Justin