0157face Beyond Face

Sometimes a moment of the highest grace - which comes as unannounced as does our sleep - allows our vision, resting on some face, from the familiar, pass to unknown deep: and there, beyond the contours made by thought is shown to us a finer, nobler brow; magnificent, heroic, wise; yet not - and this so moving - far from whom we know; this wonder makes me humble; questioning what duty might this vision lay on me, who's seen that self in self's own fashioning: am I to act, or simply let it be? But this is certain: all man's self-respect be known, should self in others so reflect.