A lifetime's mirrors show my eyes are green.
I see this mirror working every day,
but this—! It's something I have never seen.
Her eyes are gray. I know at once it's She.
There's nothing else to know at all, and I
don't understand—what is She telling me?
A nudge, that's all: a subtle thought: supply
the context of before, and then I know:
the task she set me months ago, that I've
been thinking whether to accept. Although
I greatly want to serve Her, help revive
the old Hellenic ways, there's much to do—
and I don't know if I can see it through.
But then, an ant's-eye view is all that I
can see. I trust Her vision. I can try.