Soul Seeking

My life is filled
with fragments of others,
a dipping below the façade
for brief segments,
sifting past reflections,
always seeking their souls,
begging them to cry out to me.
To let me see,
for even the briefest of instants
the naked core they hide,
mostly from themselves,
certainly from others.
If for once I could gaze
a moment on their sacred ground,
I could die knowing
I’d seen the face of God
and didn’t shrink away.

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