one more myth. Suppose there was
an image, once, of perfect truth,
Adam looked, until like everything
it was shattered in the Fall, its pieces strewn
the centuries. Most came to rest
in a small, untidy, squabbled-over country,
men, by diligence or what seemed luck,
discovered fragments, stained or brightly polished, edges
enough to wound; they swept-up sixty-six,
each one a book, and when with careful restoration
they held it up at last—the Bible, Paul's dark glass,
mirror that somehow returns
the cracked reflection of the face of God.
The second turning point of the sequence: a mythic view of the nature of scriptural authority.
Paul’s dark glass cf 1 Corinthians 13:12 (the Authorised Version: “glass” means “mirror”).