seems so real
can’t see clearly
thought can delude
take new form
mirror taken away
I see truth
freed to be
The search to “find oneself” is an ongoing quest. Looking in the mirror doesn’t always help.
Maybe because it’s a distorted image of who we really are.
Don’t cease the search, but remember the Master knows (and sees) the real you.
The unveiling will occur one day and we will behold not only self but Truth with no obstructions.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
“Now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
Fly me to the moon
clouds tomorrow’s captives
The WordPress photochallenge is Mirror
her neck touched by a blunted blade
it left her headless, what a shame
new body formed, paper mache
chique her skirt in prison gray
couldn’t set her clothes on fire
they were made of chicken wire
maison we shared looked like a box
a cage with one enormous lock
she held her broken mirroire high
the birds had picked away her eyes
madness in Forth, oh what a shame
I never even caught her name
*Forth is a small village in Scotland
The prompt at Poet’s United this week is “Weird”. Lewis Carrol inspires weird as does a modern sculpture I saw this past weekend.
Photo: Close up of Mary Cassat’s beautiful painting “Mother wearing a sunflower on her dress.”
Look closely in the mirror
I want to clearly see
instead an image blurry
lacks much clarity
Intently like a fox
I daily chase the thought
seeking more the truth
“run the race” is what I’m taught
believe what you don’t see
peel back all the lies
so much have you been given
a faith to set you free
Faith is something you are given not something you can learn in a textbook. It is a belief in something you can’t see. Close your eyes and believe in the truth, it will never mislead.
“But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was.…”
James 1:23 & 24
“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
Today our third episode of ”Full Circle”, a special feature at our Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special weblog, and the goal is to write haiku with the twelve (12) words I will give. It’s a kind of word-whirl and you have to use the words given in the clock-wise direction. So every word has to come in the line of it’s place on the clock e.g. mirror you have to use for line one (1) and leaves for line two (2) and so on.
The goal is to write haiku using the 12 words as given in the clock wise way.
Here are the 12 (twelve) words for this new episode:
- cow shed
it’s in the mirror
fluttering leaves carry it past
spilt in the rain
on butterfly wings
chrysanthemum join whispers
carried on the breeze
stars seem to hear
what the clouds cannot hold
caught on ocean’s spray
sunny faced daisies
gossip in the cow shed
no one holds a secret
What tale can you weave with these 12 words???
Those are my bridges burning
in the rear view mirror
someday it will end
Rocks to climb
they are before us
we’ll get hurt
through life’s turns and bends
put away the thoughts
that are behind now
that pain can never
keep driving toward
the clouds promise
then one day
look in the mirror
reach for beauty
once out of range
dance in moonlight
embrace the forest
blots out old stains
Each week Poet’s United provides great prompts. This week the prompt is mirror. Susan also encouraged us to integrate a true story.
Photography: All images were taken on a trip along Route 66 (a southern highway in U.S.)
Captive in the frame
Welcome to Wednesday Wake Up Call. I’m hosting today. Hope you enjoy the prompt.
I can’t tell you how long ago it was.
Sometimes it seems like yesterday – the first time I saw her face.
There was something so familiar, though I could not quite define it.
She looks so alone that girl frozen in the mirror.
What was it she saw that caused such terror?
Her eyes are like magnets I can’t look away.
Please tell me your story. I implored on this day.
An icy hand grasped mine and took me to a place behind the staircase.
Things too horrible to be told were there. A place that was beyond cold.
A smile of knowing was glazed on a horrible eyed half face. “you are us now” he grinned.
Now there is a new face in the mirror. I have taken her place.
Please set me free!!!!!
Photograph “Ghostly Image” L. Moon copyright 2011
I took a picture of this painting at a B&B. The mansion had a long history. I wondered if there was a girl captured in a frame. I think the reflection of the staircase makes the picture more complicated. Would love to know what this inspires in others…