Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Wall of Mirrors

What wall of mirrors will we use to look at ourselves now--

broken, bending, borrowed?

We distort ourselves until even we

don't know who we are.

Then, as if grace had poured itself on us,

we rise out of chaos, out of noise

into realization,

into hope.

And all the laughter that has beat itself so long

against the confines of our bound-up souls,

now lifts its wings to fly.

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