I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Looking through Sacred eyes
“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his
own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected
back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”
John
Joseph Powell
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Looking in the mirror we see it all
The beauty perhaps
But it is most likely that we see
All the warts and wrinkles
The sagging chin
Every flaw jumps off the glass
And our eyes reflect back
All the emptiness and fear in our souls
Most of us (with rare exceptions) cannot appreciate
ourselves
We are our own worst critics
And we cannot see our own beauty
But sometimes someone
Looks at us with the eyes of love
They see what is best
And they think we are wonderful
Beautiful
And we mostly believe it
And when that someone is God?
Ah
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