I scratch my hand across the glass

I scratch my hand across the glass

To let the light come through

But the pane is thick and frosted

So it dulls and obscures my view.

Perhaps if I scratch hard enough

These shadows will come clear

And if I unceasingly persist

What is distant will draw near.

I feel that there are truths

That I can strain my eyes and see

But all I see are shadows

Glimpsed but fleetingly.

Then I comprehend 

The glass is clear and bright;

It is the scales upon my eyes

That hinder and distort my sight

And clarity of vision is clouded

By the curtains of the mind,

So the dark things held within

Willingly distort and blind.

Knowing then that this is true

Provides a ray of light;

It is the simplicity of love

That surpasses clarity of sight.

And though the glass be dull and frosted-

Denying us things we want to know-

We can strive to dwell in love

And thus in brightness grow.

And in this state of blessedness

Truth can grow and shine

And sight can be directed

By the transformed mind.

1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see through a glass darkly...