Arrived

I did work in a church,
but I wasn't doing no praying. 

Over and over every day

I arrived to wash clean the painted lily nave.

There, on the chapel walls, chiseled beneath the pigment

I uncovered a truth I already knew, but could barely comprehend.

I watched as it rose into bloom

Laughing with the church bells that chimed through the town,

Calling to everyone from a place wide and within; 

Where mirrors made of clay mined from the ground

Reflect worlds beyond worlds beyond worlds

Through endless machinations of sight.

We watch them swirl through space and time 

In a silvery dust,

All naked and knowing, just like us.