There I am . . . my reflection.
Can you see? Can they? Can He?
But the reflection in the glass
is not really truly me.
No, I have to look much deeper . . .
into places where I run to hide.
Places where I do not often go . . .
because I know what I will find.
There I am in the reflection true . . .
the one that I won't show to you.
But no matter how I hide my eyes . . .
my heart knows and it shows the truth.
There is the me who could have offered help . . .
the times that I did not.
The me who thought a 'little' lie . . .
would keep me from being caught.
I yearn to be the woman
He so wants me to be.
The aching is so painful . . .
A disappointment? No, not me.
So much was given me . . .
with His mighty touch.
Talents, people, love and cares . . .
It so often seems too much.
"I'm here," He says. "I'll never leave . . .
for I finish what I start."
It's not the reflection in the looking glass,
but what He finds within my heart.
I'm but a piece of unfinished clay . . .
with much work remaining there.
Work that He will gladly do . . .
if I allow Him to be near.
So many things I've given Him.
Laid them at his nail pierced Feet . . .
Then pulled them back again,
feeling unworthy and in defeat.
Each time bringing back into my heart . . .
the pain of unneeded guilt.
Bringing on myself helplessness and fear.
When all the time He waited there . . .
Standing, oh so near.
The years as they pass . . .
The many things endured.
Each makes a mark upon my face and my soul . . .
changing here and there that which started out so pure.
Try as I might I can not make . . .
my reflection in the glass,
be the image of who I truly am. . .
and I grasp to make it last.
The only reflection that matters . . .
in the days that do remain,
is the reflection which I see in the heart of God,
where I am comforted and sustained.
©2000-2007Susan Misty Taggart
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Matthew 5:16
" Let your light so shine before men,
that they may see your good works,
and glorify your Father which is in heaven."
We all carry within us - who we really are and who we so want to be. This is a struggle shared by every women who ever lived. God is the lighthouse . . . and as I, just like you, fight against the pull of life's waves and whirlpools . . . must always keep my eyes on the LIGHT.
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