The Last Reflection
I stood between two mirrors; and I tried to look for the last reflection.
I understood God.
The last one, the tiniest one, that I could see, was not really the last of them all; but only the last of what I could fathom.
I understood Faith.
That seemingly last reflection, the tiniest, most insignificant needle in the haystack; it held all the other reflections that came before it.
I understood Life.
I admired the sheer expanse of its contents, a multitude of universes, a staggering depth of blazing thoughts, questions and interrogative answers.
I understood Heart.
I squinted and could make out myself in the last reflection, overshadowed by own self. It was like my life was laid out like a path before me.
I understood Purpose.
I looked at myself, many iterations, many universes away; my shoulders heavy with burden, my eyes dark with patience, my brain aching with knowledge and my hands frozen by duty.
And then, I understood You.