by Tom Swift

Like everyone, you have two faces: One of them others see, in restaurants and banks — it’s only approximate, the probable cause when you feel misjudged by the world.

On the inside there’s another face through which you reach toward that world: Pure gesture, it registers instantaneously each nuance of feeling, like a film star or Mother Teresa, an interior sky. When you weep, clouds darken with rain; when you laugh, all the pigeons fly up into the light.

It’s this face you’d prefer to be known by, so true to its desires, unbelievably beautiful. When two people glimpse it in each other, we call that love — and if someone should see all the secret faces at once, heaven.

-Thomas R. Smith, “Your Inner Face,” Waking before Dawn (2007)