The crystal pool

I gazed into a crystal pool

And saw

Not a reflection of myself but

A vision of holy mystery

An ocean of compassion

A reservoir of joy

A spring of life.

Mother earth and Father Spirit

Telling me the story of my birth

And place in the womb and weave of creation. 

They spoke in the languages of silence

And of dreams

I was privileged to see what Narcissus had missed

Underneath his surface reflection

That which had been glimpsed by the Mothers

And Fathers of the Church.

The glory of God, radiant, relevant, Incarnate

In a human being fully alive.

And the pathway to life through humility

Not pride

The revelation of our smallness

Yet significance in kinship 

To that which is vast and timeless

And to all creatures and features of this grand universe.

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