How like a house our selves are;
Our eyes and mind it’s windows
And we looking hard at others' lives
Can no more see our self as others do
Than see our house as we gaze from it
At yards and houses that obscure our view.
But those on the other side
Retuning looks from inside themselves
See our self so large that like a house
It looms from distance with a clear outline
Etched sharp against the evening sky,
The windows glowing with our inner light;
Beacon, beckoning to the passerby
That which we cannot see of self.
Need we see it? Know what that beacon offers?
Would seeing it make the offer better?
I think not. That as we are we’re meant to be
Watch each step alone, where it takes wait to see.