For now I see through a glass, darkly;
Dirt and decay sit on its surface,
Time and trials having left their debris.
There is a call,
From the innermost part,
Something deep,
Whispering,
‘Clean the window,’
I grab a cloth,
A cleansing spray,
I clean and wipe away the muck and mayhem,
Slowly I see more and more,
The world is revealed to me,
Now I see,
Now I see.
