The First Reflection


God first finds me
Looking in the bathroom mirror
Wondering where the old me went
The reflection keeps burning
Into my vessel of skin
Am I ancient?
Or am I young?
I can’t stop asking because
I don’t recognize the person
Waving back to me in the bathroom mirror
God blossoms flowers from my soul
When I morbidly ask in resentment
Where are the hurtful thorns?
God reminds me softly
That I am more than beyond worthy
Along with the rest of His children
Soak up the blessings
A message comes in the bathroom mirror
A garden of Life
Rising alive to me
In my ever-changing reflection
A double-view bathroom mirror
Leading me to eternal grace
Just on the other side of my reflection

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