The Hidden Face

Softly
Her hand touches
the pure, clear water
and lo! as though it were lit
by a fire from within
its clarity becomes iridescent,
crystalline transparency glowing
with the effulgence of a thousand suns
as in the burning deeps forms
the face of the Beloved.

“Where is it that you hid, Beloved, and left me to lament?” St. John of the Cross

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