Faces in the mirror all staring back to see
Am I groomed perfectly?
Teeth-white, eyes bright, a wrinkle or two, that’s new
Flaws; there are a few…
Walking through the Mall there are faces everywhere
Going here and going there, never arriving anywhere
Sometimes smiles returned to me…
Deep concentration, busyness and frowns I see…
Lackadaisical faces and others hurrying on a lunch break. Some holding onto
children’s hands, those little faces making many demands…Mommy I want this…
Not now or we will miss…Santa and Mrs. Clause…
Long lines to stand in…its Christmas time again…
Lots and lots of faces…what stories they could tell…
Strangers, acquaintances; I hear the Salvation Army bell…
Friends we haven’t met yet; could be behind their stare…
These are the faces of many people going everywhere…
So as I stare in the mirror, this is what I see…
On my way to somewhere; they are looking back at me…
At eighty; who will I see…?
I’ll be staring at a stranger and the stranger will be me.
The reflection I want to see when I look in my mirror, is the face of the Master
For then I will know…I’ve followed where he led me, it is His face I’ve sowed.
~M.S. O’Neill November 8, 2017
Lord let us be transformed into your likeness so that when people look at us, they will see you looking back at them. Kindness and Joy and Peace and Love , a reflection of you given freely, no strings attached only that they will receive your grace today Lord and will want to know you! Amen!
