The Looking Glass

Found this looking over a few things. It is a poem I wrote back in 2007.

The Looking Glass



I can't stop myself from
Looking into the glass;
Trying to see the future,
And what may come to pass.

All I want to know
Is when this road ends;
All the lonely moments gone,
and happiness finally begins.

I've been waiting for
That moment so long,
Thinking at times I've
Had it; but was wrong.

Years of pointless heartache
I could have done without;
And years of scars making a skeptic,
That I can't do anything about.

But now I stand before
This mirror hoping to see,
That moment in my life
When I am finally free.

My hand on the glass
To wipe away the gray;
Only to find that
It will not go away.

The more that I try
To see just a peak;
The gray gets darker,
Filling me with defeat.

After a moment I
Finally step back and see;
That the glass will never reveal
More than the present state of me.

I stand aghast at the sight
Of the reflection standing there;
Seeing the scars and bruises
That so obviously appear.

This other me is not
What others tend to know;
The one who smiles all the time,
And puts on a good show.

This is the one who
Haunts me day and night;
Makes me regret everything
That I didn't do just right.

I quickly turn away
And turn to my right;
Before me stood Christ,
In all His glory and might.

He says to me softly
that I'm no longer alone;
And all my wounds and sin
He alone can atone.

He is the Balm of Gilead,
The Great Physician here;
My Saviour and Advocate,
My Friend that's so dear.

He took me back and stood
Me before the glass;
Staring at my reflection, saying
"This too shall pass".

He gave to me a promise
As He took my hand;
Hope for my tomorrow-
For me, and expected end.

I do no have to worry
About not seeing ahead;
For I know that He is with me,
and I shall go where I am lead.