The Woman In the Mirror
Today I looked in the mirror
And I didn’t recognize the woman
That stared back at me
She frightened me
For she told the truth
Where I wish I could lie
I decided to look closer
And oh she resembled me greatly
But I looked into her eyes
Which led to her heart
And they appeared to be as cold as death
I don’t know when she became like this
But the time had come
I started to remember what had
Made this woman so beautiful
At one point in her life
Actually not too long ago at all
I then found the source of her beauty
She used to cherish prayer and her time with her God
She used to value being able to tell Him
How wonderful He was
And how much she adored Him and
Longed to imitate the beauty she saw in Him
She used to cling to His words,
For she knew without them she could not live
She loved to help and please all those who worshipped Him
And she loved to encourage those who did not
Because she felt the love of God
And wanted to share it with others
She valued purity and prided being one with God
Indeed these things had made her beautiful
Yes she knew these things alone
For she once knew that
Flattery from man meant nothing
But as I look in the mirror
The woman I see doesn’t value
Any of these things
No, not the way she once did
Her eyes are white as snow
And her skin still soft but she no longer
Resembled the beautiful girl that once was
I wish that I could go erase
The disaster that I created
However what was done was done
I wish I could tell the woman in
The mirror that she is loved
Copyright © Monique Mcdowell | Year Posted 2008
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