No, not the dull reflection of a thought,
Or earthly equity’s analogy—
Our similes with fallacies are fraught,
And all our words invite apology—
No shallow surface echoing the light
Of forms ideal, or perfection’s ape,
Or changing moons diffusing to the night
The daystar’s beam, or virtue’s empty shape.
If mirror, then a mirror that emits
Not only justice, but the one true Just;
A mirror in which all of heaven fits,
A glass we see but darkly in, yet trust.
Such that, when each beheld the other’s face,
Both saw the visage of unending grace.
From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.