Rainbows and storms
fill the mirror that
glares in my face.
Nothing could be less norm,
or leaves me more bare
than my fear of Grace.
Perhaps Dante is right...
Do I make God wait?
Ghosts sometimes stalk my soul
from my mirror that lights
that rearward view; they try
to make me their final goal.
Darkness and Light
gloats as thunderbolts pass...
Gleefully, they intertwine behind,
canceling out that inner fight...
I drive faster from them, but
they still close into my mind.
It's hard to run ahead
when looking to the rear.
I can't help my self,
its the unknown it still dreads!
But, I ram head-on into the newness,
not yet seeing all it's new wealth...
Maybe I should just stop
and let the thunderbolts catch me!
Convex mirrors do deceive,
you know! So, I'll let those 'bolts drop
into my mind, and let my Self heal.
Hell, I'll even let my Soul breathe...
© 2014 Michael G. Hesley
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