Midst Divine Mirror

“For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass.” (James 1:23 of the King James Bible) With your looking glass functionality clear to you is my flawed human nature lurking midst imperfect humane culture unveiled in the eyes of the Almighty. Beholding myself through your truth and light my heart cannot hide agonizing pain being cracked midst bitter misery-strain ready to burst; yet silenced by mask plight. Here am I accepting your peace so sweet granted by loving Lord Who is life Source for my torn soul’s redemption from guilt’s course mending broken hopes toward blissful feat. Just as I am, to the Saviour I come grace-propped, grateful, dropping facade of pride now freed from illusion with you as guide God’s Word*, my divine mirror, I succumb. *Hebrews 4:12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. June 19, 2021 2nd place, "Writing Prompt - Flawed" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/24/2021.