I paused this morning to peer through the mirror
to gaze through eyes both green and grey
to plumb the visage upon the glass.
I stared to see beyond beyond
to delve beneath the glass
to cross into heart and soul
to touch The Face upon the face
my face, Christ's face facing.
The image stands curious
on a morning after bath
as the world awakes to day
and I to the questions of Life.
This icon I bear, is it Christ's?
Is he the one staring back at me?
If he's the one, then who're the others I see?
Is it his face I face in the mirror of their eyes
the molding of their lips
the coloring of their skin
the silence of their cries
the laughter of their heart?
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