There is a light that you cannot see.
It is the light of heaven
shining from your eyes.
We are like people
who look in a mirror
to see ourselves in freeze frame.
There is no movement of grace,
warmth of hand,
connection of one iris with another.
And there are no words in the mirror
like the echo of our friend’s face
Yes, we cannot see ourselves,
that might we wonder if we could in truth
discern our beauty,
that heaven might be the backdrop
we are seen against
and the light in which we walk.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry