Mirror
Caution: objects in the mirror may be sadder than they appear…
It is only a reflection in the glass that is before me,
I grope for answers when I think of my life…
What is really below the surface?
Why do I always feel a sense of loss; a sense of uneasy rhythms?
I stare into the looking glass and sometimes all I see is a stranger,
I always knew what I wanted to be, my reflection seems distorted,
The years have passed by, the goals mostly missed…
Does this not make me a stranger as to aspirations?
If I started with a purpose only to fall short who have I become?
Caution: objects in the mirror may be sadder than they appear…
I remember my heart; that is not in the mirror,
I have been told that this is how to measure a man…
Is the heart pure? Does it love deeply?
Does it cherish life? Will it sacrifice?
Will it obey the Creator?
The Creator has His own mirror; he welcomes us to gaze upon it…
Each day will welcome needed change,
Until…
Sadness is gone forever…
© Joseph James 11- 8-08
from 'White Night' (available at Amazon and other booksellers)
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