Mirror Cannot Capture
Mirror cannot capture
And eyes, but dimly see
The height and breadth of beauty
Revealed by love to me.
For mirrors reflect the surface
And eyes, the outer shell;
But love is like a dipper
Drawing deeply from a well.
The walls are high, the mortar strong
Built up with pain and doubt.
Many a soul in passing
Would not stop to search this out.
But I was dry and sensed within
This solitary place
A nectar, cool and quenching.
So I paused, then saw...your face!
To see such beauty hidden
Deep behind that cool facade
Broke my heart, so I reached out
To touch this wounded child of God.
One by one the stones came down.
The mortar held no longer.
My love got past, I drank at last
From this precious, hidden water.
No longer dry, I paused to look
At the stones upon the ground.
Puzzled to see so many
Lying scattered all around.
My love alone was not enough...
Nor was your well so guarded...
Then I looked up and saw you
And YOUR dipper filled with water.
I knew at last, that I too
Had slipped beyond one's normal reach
In a well of my own making,
Every bit of your's as deep.
But as my love had dipped
Beyond you wall and sought you out,
Your love swept past my fear and pain
And shattered every doubt.
Wells behind us, hearts entwined,
We explore this world above.
Our souls are finally sated,
Satisfied by love.
So mirror cannot capture
And eyes, but dimly see
The beauty of this miracle:
Our love has set us free.