
Shattered Glass
Once we could see with perfect vision
Our view of the world through the windows of our heart
Each scene framed with impeccable clarity
Its different shades and shapes we could tell apart
Crack! The sound of fractured lines appearing on the crystal clear glass
From whence they come, no one knows
Disappointments that impinge upon our soul
Are stone-like encounters thrown upon those windows
Each stone inflicts an insidious mark
A chip here, a hairline crack there,
Over time what we see is a shattered glass
The world now with all its imperfections before us laid bare
Faith, hope and love...?
From which the glass is skillfully made with care
Precious and fragile elements
Easily shattered beyond repair.
Aren't they through which the world we see?
The eyes of faith, the eyes of hope, and the eyes of love?
The world appeared much better then
With these three graces sent from heaven above
Without faith, one can wax cynical
Without hope, one gets mired in despair
Without love, life loses its meaning
All of them we need, till heaven's shores we get there.
How different our view of God suddenly becomes,
Seeing God through our disappointments, hurts and pains
We frantically search for the piece that offers the best view
We've lost that big unobstructed pane
The more of the cracks we see upon that window
The less of God we see in our world
Our views fragmented, our theology shredded,
The reality of the world before us unfurled.
Somehow the imperfect vision is now with us
But we know when the perfect is come
We shall see Him as He is, face to face
We will no longer see in part, but the sum.
MT
30 July 2011
