Reflection

I wanted to share a poem that my brother got from an Elder in his district. He doesn't know the name of the Elder who wrote it, but it is beautiful.

The mirror shows reflections of the mask my soul now wears

The ripples bend the image and my confidence it tears

The scars and worldly stains hide the truth of what I am

And all the scrubbing soap cannot clean these hands

When did my poor soul weaken to temptation grow so prone

One more time I try to see the rose beneath the thorns

The child beneath the skin that seems so beaten, filthy, worn

Granted sight beyond the eyes a window too divine

The eyes they open, the mind now pure, and radiantly shine

What is this I'm seeing?

What angel that has come?

Should I bow before this presence

or turn my gaze and run?

I try to tear my gaze but something holds it fast

Familiarity and love that I once knew in the past

In amazement I now wonder at the being in the mirror

In awe and adoration mixed with innocence and fear

If I could rid myself of this filth that holds me fast

Is this what I should have become had I succeeded in my past?

I fall lamenting to my knees of all that I have lost

The days that I have wasted and the world that it has cost

Then a voice I barely know lifts me gently to my feet

And in a language pure, not spoken words, to my wears soul doth teach:

It's not about the past, it's not what you have done

Remember who you are now, remember that you're my son.

I hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I did. It brought tears to my eyes. It will probably also be put onto my brothers mission blog www.elderjoshliddle.blogspot.com

Have a great day everyone! :)