they bring up no fish,
only their own reflection,
and nodding in approval to one another,
they head back to shore,
where they will count the fish that they have not caught,
Fantasy upon fantasy,
when the Lord Himself is not just near us,
but among us,
notwithstanding His second and glorious coming,
and the last day.
Even as reality is not just planned but all plan,
so is the world not just bits of ikon here and there
but all ikon.
Everything points to and glorifies the One
in whom we were hidden
before the foundation of the world,
and in whose embrace we now live through love,
now and unto the ages of ages.
Glory to Thee, O God! Glory to Thee!