Glory

til we have faces

there is struggle

in the cage of one's mind

oh how I wish I could see

your reflection in every drop of rain

next to every grace sitting

I see cold, and wet

deep magic that condemns

and prepares to engulf

all that I hold dear

give me eyes to see deeper magic

and heart to give thanks 

for every respite

til we have faces

let me see yours

let me be an imprint of your work

and tell of your glory

all the days of my life