I wrote this a long time ago. Have never shared it, but it is as appropriate for today as it was a few years ago. Just a minor tweak here and there and it fits the depth of the emotion that has become a reality again.
I stood in front of the mirror this morning
Looking at a man I did not know
The brilliant shine of the dark eyes was gone
Replaced by a sadness, as if everything had been taken away
"Who are you", I asked
"Naught, came the reply, "I am Naught"
"I have no memory of youth, no hope of future,
no passion for life or things of beauty
Therefore, I am Naught"
"But Stranger," said I, "you have it all
You worked hard to get what you have
You married one who loved you
Your sons are devoted to you -
I used to be your friend, but you have changed"
"Who", I asked, "are you?"
"I", said the Stranger, "am Naught"
"The song of my heart no longer sings
The dance of my step no longer has rhythm
The beauty of my paint has dried"
"And I," said the stranger, "am Naught"
And an inner voice cried out
"Look, look closely at this stranger-
this man was once your friend,
this man is good-
this man needs your love-
And I reached out
"Friend," said I, "you are not Naught
You are me"
For now we see through a glass, darkly.