View this screen through borrowed eyes,
A passing mask beneath the skies.
But even light that meets this face
Is born through You —
Lit by Your Grace.
Through retina, lens, and optic flow,
The Eternal Flame begins to glow.
Not light of sun, nor fire, nor spark,
But That from which all souls embark.
This body sees, this mind reacts,
But deeper still, the Truth attracts.
For every soul — both wild and tame —
Is carved from Your Eternal Flame.
I do not see —
You see through me.
And what I see
Is meant to be.
