For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known (1 Corinthians 13.12)
When I stand…stay in light’s way, my reflected, magnified image.
Thus, not the real me.
Or is it not?
For the shadow, literally metaphorically (or is it metaphorically literally?)
is my unconscious, which is far greater,
far larger than what…than who anyone (even I) can see of me.
More, ‘tis repression’s darkened abode of
ignoble ambitions and apprehensions,
all of which I’d rather none (including, especially, me) know about me.
Yet ‘tis, too, that habitation
that opens nightly to my wary, at times, scary inspection
whene’er I dream,
for, there, I see an array, a stunning display
of kaleidoscopic imagery;
each and every one an emanation of me
telling me something of what…of who I am
what…who now and before time only God knows
and what…who I, beyond time, too, will know
when I behold God –
aye, my self e’er made in God’s image – face to face.
Endnote: The title of this poem refers to the 1927 song by the same name by Billy Rose, lyricist and Dave Dreyer, composer.