September 18th, 2018

We are shadows thrown upon the wall
We are images, what others see
How we see ourselves, true
Or what we think we perceive 
Or want to be.
We press our nose
To the glass of our soul
And think that whatever should come
Tempest or not 
We will see our own
Shadow cast upon the wall.

​We will remember that 
We are our company in our aloneness, 
That our image is that
Of belief battling unbelief, 
Both in ourselves
And when we are in the shadowlands.
Edward Steinhardt