We each hold a looking glass,
a two-way mirror
allowing us to see from where we are
to the day before Forever.
Hardwood framed and slightly silvered,
it is a gateway to a light that we may find
through reflection and despite refraction,
burning amber in the night sky of the mind.
But the glass is shattered, melted down
and transformed by the divine,
shaped and hollowed into crystal goblets
filling naturally with bright red wine.