MICHAEL (continued)
And Arjuna on bended knee,
the radiance of Krishna’s form
could not he bear.
But Michael whispered in my ear
the secret: how to recognize
the face of God,
The One who walks incognito
among us, yearning to be known
for our own sake;
Who wears a mask to shield our flesh
from immolation; beaming love
through human eyes.
How will we recognize tomorrow
the face we dare not see today?
Our reflection...
