Rumored Reflection
I am
A dirty mirror
Observe the accumulated stain
I have gathered the dust of ages
Am covered in grime that sticks with relentless stubbornness
Discolored and dyed into an unapproachable hue
What is behind this layer of disguise?
For I am a mirror
What do I show?
There is an image I have lived and longed to reflect
It is so hidden and mysterious behind all that covers it
All that hides its beauty
I am a dirty mirror
Yet Someone before me takes in His hand a cloth
Covers it with His own blood
His own blood
It is pressed against my fragile glass
Shivering and quaking I tremble beneath its power and tenderness
He scrubs my tarnished surface
Rubbing each corner and fractured edge
With His own blood
I want to draw away at times-
It is not comfortable-this rubbing and scrubbing of my surface
But I cannot- for I am a mirror.
And what could I show if I were clean?
He will not relent
It is painful but wonderful.
It is suffering miraculously changing me
I love this Cleaner for cleaning me
With His own blood
Something appears as dirt, grime, and dust are removed
An image appears for I am a mirror and I was made for this
To reflect an image
I’ve yearned for this- to reveal a beauty,
What can I show?
I am a clean mirror-a perfected reflection
One gazes into me
Eyes pierce my soul like flames of fire
While I reflect them back
His image revealed through me.
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