glass…


I am stuck between looking back and looking forward, always. On this last day of the year I am thinking about the lens through which I choose to see, for now we see but through a glass, darkly. Is there hope of even having a clear lens in this life?

Today, I’m thinking that if I do not yet have a clear lens I am at least grateful that the stains falling on this glass are arranged with some beauty, some sign of redemption.

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