For now, we see as through a glass, darkly
but on our dark days, that seems such a small comfort
We hope for that which is not a dim reflection
but the original, whole, perfect, known fully,
even as we are fully known
In the end, we find no options but waiting, powerless.
But at least in this
this dim reflection
at least in this
we try to take comfort that
we do not have to wait alone.