Tuesday, October 11, 2011

THE MIRROR

The mirror

I looked in the mirror and closed my eyes
Instead of perfection
I saw mistakes and memories of failures
I looked at the scars I'd received and the ones I'd caused
Things I couldn't face anymore
So I turned away
Left my room
Walked out of my home
I ran from those I loved
I hid myself from others
Behind my work
Behind my masks
Behind my busyness
Behind my family
Until...until...until...
I could hide no more
One by one they turned away
And I fell alone...empty...
At the feet of one who saw me
With all my imperfections,
Who reached down
And lifted me from the darkness
'I am ugly, leave me alone.' I wept.
'I know,' he replied, holding me close to his heart. 'I know who you are and nothing you say or do will make me leave...you're not perfect...and I will always accept you just as you are'
'Why?' I sobbed. 'With all my faults and excuses, why do you care?'
'Because I love you...I will never reject you...Your imperfections are part of you, and you are beautiful in my eyes'
I looked up and saw myself as I really was, reflected in the beautiful tears that ran down his smiling face.
He held me as I cried all my hurt out...for I had finally found Home.


By
Ian Long