The Mirror of Truth – A Poem
Into the mirror I gaze
and am wrapped within the frame
of a smoky haze of secrets swirling within glass.
I can’t deny the face,
can’t pretend I don’t know,
have no trace of realization that the figure before my eyes is me.
It’s unsettling to see the darkness,
to discover the demons in the flesh,
to witness my flaws, flogging me in the face.
Beneath this mask of pride,
there is a face scorched and seared
by lies, deceit, and by the heat of betrayal.
I know the image I wish to see,
I know the reflection my heart believes;
but within me is a darkness I prefer not to acknowledge.
The mirror of truth does not lie,
does not flinch when it brings onlookers to their knees,
does not hide delusions, but pierces the veil of our ego.
The mirror of truth is a loving master,
a humbling stone meant to trip our feet,
a pastor to turn us towards joy and away from the bonds of slavery.
I may not like the face that stares back at me,
I may not like the icy eyes, the lips of pride,
but I have the opportunity to reconstruct my image.
Morning sun, be my witness –
when you lay down to rest tonight, the flames may remain
fueled by my darkness, but will crackle beside the waters of love and grace.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley
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