The Master’s masterpiece –
creation’s guiding light –
Yet the mirror’s image
doesn’t seem so bright

I look closer at my gaze
searching for Your eyes
There! I see a sparkle –
treasure in disguise

The image then gets hazy
as my breath clouds my view
And there! another whisper
that leads me back to You.

When my fingers clear the image
they leave smudgy prints behind
There again! in the lines and whorls
Your signature I find

I smile at the truth
that lies under what I see
The Master’s masterpiece –
it’s the You in me.