Rumored Reflection

Sat, 04/02/2016 - 19:27 -- cjb97

I am  A dirty mirror  Observe the accumulated stain  I have gathered the dust of  ages  Am covered in grime that sticks with relentless stubbornness  Discolored and dyed into an unapproachable hue  What is behind this layer of disguise?  For I am a mirror  What do I show?   There is an image I have lived and longed to reflect  It is so hidden and mysterious behind all that covers it  All that hides its beauty  I am a dirty mirror  Yet Someone before me takes in His hand a cloth  Covers it with His own blood His own blood  It is pressed against my fragile glass Shivering and quaking I tremble beneath its power and tenderness  He scrubs my tarnished surface Rubbing each corner and fractured edge  With His own blood  I want to draw away at times- It is not comfortable-this rubbing and scrubbing of my surface  But I cannot- for I am a mirror.  And what could I show if I were clean?  He will not relent It is painful but wonderful.  It is suffering miraculously changing me  I love this Cleaner for cleaning me  With His own blood  Something appears as dirt, grime, and dust are removed  An image appears for I am a mirror and I was made for this  To reflect an image  I’ve yearned for this- to reveal a beauty,   What can I show?  I am a clean mirror-a perfected reflection   One gazes into me Eyes pierce my soul like flames of fire  While I reflect them back His image revealed through me.  

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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