Cross-Shaped Mirror
Clear
Real
My reflection
Light Hair
Gray Eyes
Eyes
Soul
Who is that in the Cross-Shaped Mirror?
Beautiful?
Good?
I look deeper...
I see...
...Him...
... a man.
His hands are scarred, pierced...
They are open, reaching...
Who is He?
He's inside my mirror,
inside me,
defining me.
He is in me, reflecting through me...A Man, A God, A Savior.
This Man is my Crossed-Shaped Mirror.
I'm a Christian, a reflection of Him, who is inside me.
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