Maybe I was made
to be your mirror—
that is why
you wince
at the sight of me.
Or maybe your eyes
just don’t work
like I’ve so long thought
theyshould.
Yes, you were legally blind
before I arrived.
And now,
in my own reflection,
I see:
I must embrace
that I am
still Love—
even sightunseen.
Very deep words of truth. 💙