The Mirror’s Truth
I used to look in mirrors just to see
The traces of the years upon my brow,
To count the scars that time had left on me,
And wonder where the youth had vanished now.
But when I see my image in your eyes,
The glass reflects a person strange and new;
A better version starts to wake and rise,
Inspired by the light I find in you.
You see the strength I thought I’d cast away,
The hidden grace I never knew was mine;
You find the gold within the common clay,
And help the buried spirit start to shine.
I do not need the silver on the wall,
Your gaze is the only mirror I need at all.
The Quiet Harvest
We did not seek the thunder or the flame,
The sudden flash that burns itself to gray.
We did not play the hungry, restless game
Of chasing shadows at the end of day.
Instead, we planted patience in the soil,
And watered it with laughter and with tears;
We found a sweetness in the daily toil,
That ripened through the passing of the years.
Now look how heavy hang the golden boughs,
With fruit that grew from every word we spoke;
The steady rhythm of our whispered vows
Is stronger than the ancient, weathered oak.
The world may hurry past our garden gate,
But we have found the prize for those who wait.
The Midnight Bridge
Between the world of waking and of dreams,
There is a narrow bridge where spirits meet.
Where moonlight flows in pale and silver streams,
And all the heavy noise of life is sweet.
I find you there when all the lamps are blown,
And silence settles deep upon the hall;
A country that is ours and ours alone,
Where gravity can’t reach us if we fall.
It is a place where time has lost its sting,
And every wound is healed by morning light;
Where even weary hearts find room to wing,
And fly across the hollow of the night.
So close your eyes and let the journey start,
I’ll meet you in the center of your heart.
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