God: a magic mirror that
shows not just what is
but what we are told should be.

The image flips as
we see descent, the Falling,
where there might be rising.

Our dire fallenness
a contrived trick of light,
not sin but blindness.

We study our reflection,
not seeing how the crafted glass
distorts becoming.

What if we looked beneath ,
past the silver backing,
through to the nether side

where possibility
waits, patient as starlight,
for our recognition?

 

21/4/2025