I lifted my right hand 
He lifted His,
Tears formed in my eyes 
He cried with me, 
I smiled 
His smile hundredfold, 
I pulled a face 
laughing at life 
He chuckle shared 
for He created life.

Suddenly, fear…
Reflections 
sometimes too much, 
too personal 
too questioning 
too complex.

The hammer 
steals from my pocket 
I smash, 
shards exploding, 
to find something else..
Behind the mirror, 
blankness
I’ve destroyed
I’ve won
what I wanted.

The broken 
scatter spoke 
from the floor, 
"You are created in 
My image." 
Myriad fragments
crazy splinters
somehow still
speaking a whole.

I sweep Him up, 
Carefully, 
so as not to hurt myself. 

Mirror pieces, 
binned.


James 1:23 (ESV)
23 For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror.
1 Corinthians 13:12 (ESV)
12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.