Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Mirror Mirror hanging there
Why the need to compare?
Mirror Mirror your truth I see
You reveal my inner beauty.
Mirror Mirror may I borrow you?
So others may see their true self too.
(Reflection from a study of the book of James)
E was the first to go
why I could say I don’t know
though it was plain to see
my respect did not apply to Everybody
M followed right behind
i decided it should be all Mine
a word i could call my own
i and My seemed so alone
the PATH began to disappear
overtaken by my fear
that a mile in your moccasins
might keep me with you until the end
then Y decided to go away too
what’s a lone letter supposed to do
i guess it joined the other Ys
i don’t know
i can no longer
This sun that rises
Shines on my community
Same star lights the world
I wish I was stronger.
I wish I was more gentle with myself.
I wish the recovery time after my flashes of annoyance at others was shorter.
I wish the world was a better place and that I was a better person in it.
I wish I wasn’t always wishing I was being someone or doing something else.
But all of this is just wishful thinking.
There is no genie here and besides I would have used up my three wishes a long time ago.
All of the wishing in the world won’t change who I am or what I need to do. It just makes me a wishy washy person, standing alone at the edge of the wishing well, fingering a precious coin.
Sometimes continuancy is all that is necessary, pushing past the wishes bubbling on my lips to something more.
So I step away from the well and put the coin back in my pocket. Later I hand it to the homeless vet on my way to get medicine at the store.
This peace that passes understanding is not something for me to figure out and use like some commodity whenever I am in chaos.
Its beauty is that it cannot be understood.
It is mystery.
Freely given and so to be freely received.
The figuring is in how to become a better receiver.