My wife says, You look dreadful.
I look in the mirror and see the same me as always. You need to eat, she says.
My brother says Your pain is written all over your face.
I look in the mirror but can find no signs that indicate the truth of his assertion.
I walk daily looking through a glass darkly, illumination only coming after those around
me testify of what they know is true in me.
I eat and feel better.
(1 Corinthians 13:12)
MDC
April 2021
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