Behind the Veil

Sometimes I know.  Sometimes I
catch a fleeting glimpse of
truth.  Sometimes I see from
another perspective.  You may
think it is the better view.  You
may be right.  There I see my
innocence.  There I see my
open heart and good will.  When
I look from behind my own
eyes, though, I am at the cave
door, looking out at the common
landscape of my life:  loss.  I have
grown used, so used, to this
panorama of existential ash.  Each
time the curtain is rent, each time
the heart breaks a little more, a
hurried stream of light flashes through
the torn sky, and for a moment I
believe.  If there is Someone
beyond the grey, if there is Purpose
behind the veil.  Then.