7.3.(6.25)2017
Jesus you are a mystery
to me, entering and
exiting through magic
walls while I watch
from a room that hints
without revealing.
Stop and talk with me
Jesus, that I might
see your face directly
and unafraid.
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excuse me Lord
I did not understand.
for now, through a
glass darkly
will be just fine.
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PoemsPerDay 
Indeed, it’ll have to do. But, oh, to see him face to face!
Hi Mitch,
This came out of a couple of days reflection… the first about that yearning to see him face to face.. and then an overnight reflection about Paul’s — “now we see him through a glass darkly, but then we shall see him face to face”… and I thought: Hmm… I’m actually not wanting to go on quite yet to where we meet face to face… that sometimes maybe need to be careful what we pray for.
There’s a great story about Boston’s Richard ‘Cardinal’ Cushing, who had risen swiftly as a golden boy prince of the church… and in his Lenten discipline one year prayed that the Lord would send him a little cross… like Paul’s wound. The story goes that he never talked about what happened, but that he said later that he was much more careful about what he prayed for after that….
Best,
Len+
Point taken! ;>)