Michael Shepherd

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Through A Glass Darkly - Poem by Michael Shepherd

The Chinese lady optician, her upbeat manner
coming over rather strangely in her pronunciation,
peered deep into my eyes, though giving no sign
of having found my soul there.

My roving mind suppressed something between
a giggle and the heard sound
of holy laughter – as of a group of nuns
laughing at the teasing of Our Lord,
or the cow-maidens laughing on the river-bank
of cool clear mountain water, at
the mischief of that boy Krishna…

and through my mind, scrolled the Book of Psalms –
… I lift up mine eyes unto the hills…
…O Lord, help me in my unbelief…
…look upon me with Thy merciful eyes, O Lord…
… and renew a right spirit within me…

now and in the time to come,
to focus on infinity…

The Chinese lady optician,
acting out inscrutable,
turned and wrote down in some timeless book
the record of my sins, visual, visible and invisible,
as in a glass, darkly;
but now, face to face,
resumed her study of how my mind if not my soul
has limited my vision.

Comments about Through A Glass Darkly by Michael Shepherd

  • (3/10/2007 6:40:00 AM)

    Lovely. First poem I've read this morning. Doubt if I'll find better. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 31, 2011

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