Looking At A Mirror

Look at a mirror, you’ll see a reflection, 

It‘s the image and likeness of a distinct person,
Whom no one truly knows but himself alone,
And God who has made him a living soul.

One can cover himself with a beautiful facade,
To hide the turbulence that happens inside,
Behind the smile is deep sadness;
A coat of sweetness covers the bitterness.

In my mother’s womb, I was not alone,
There my flesh was fashioned and bones were formed,
After His likeness, God created me.
I surely matter; life’s not meaningless.

I grew up into a child; I’d been playful and carefree.
As young man, I had my share of chauvinistic tales.
A vision of the future; I kept in perspective,
But what happens tomorrow is beyond my control.

I look at a mirror; I see a reflection,
He cannot hide from me.
I know his shameful secrets, dishonesty and faults;
Yet clearly I see his desire for purity.

I look at the mirror; I see a reflection,
It’s the image of a man redeemed from imperfection,
A man who lives solely by grace,
A man who lives in the hope of seeing God face to face.



From the:
Fragments of a Soul [Compilation]
Copyright © April 2007 Arnel Oroceo, an Official Entry to the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation for Literature All Rights Reserved by the Carlos Palanca Memorial Foundation