Gazing at my reflection each morn
I ask myself “Who is this I see?
Is this ME that was once born?
Or only the face of childhood past,
This likeness of an image worn
Through years of teenage angst
Of manhood severely scorned
Or a memory destined not to last.
As light reaches my mind’s eye
I question “Who is this that I see?
Is this MYSELF that dwells inside
A future guide of trials yet endured,
On which my present me must rely
The keeper of life’s nonstop journey
Of faith’s timeless unseen evidence
A reservoir of hope yet restored.
And finding few answers to my quest
I ask “Who then is this that I see?
Is this I the one whom I know best
Through years of lessons learned,
Suffering’s constant enduring test
Or time’s hidden spirit deep within
Or God’s creation once again begot
A rebirth I've long to see returned.
© Eugene Harvey