The Looking Glass . . .

The Looking Glass. . .

 

 We look into this looking glass...

expecting something of flawless design.

expecting something craved to perfection.

We look into that looking glass...

only to find bitter disappointments.

only to see that perfection didn't exist.

We run from that looking glass...

full of anger and spite.

full of justifiable condemnation.

We talk about that looking glass...

spreading what we find as truth.

spreading that it was too flawed for our designs.

We seek out a new looking glass...

determined to find a flawless design.

determined to find it carved to perfection. 

We seek to look into that new looking glass...

believing it will bring us no disappointments

believing that our perfection will exists within.

We try to find that looking glass...

hoping it will chase away the bitterness

hoping it will be above reproach

We talk about this looking glass...

spreading the ideal we know to be truth.

spreading the ideal of that flawless, perfect design.

Then we discover something horrifying...

We see the truths we hide from

to busy looking into a perfect design

Then we come to realize the truth of it all...

we chased that flawless design

knowing we knew best.

Then we are shown our reality...

that imperfect design is built

built upon a rocky yet solidifying ground

We realize our flaw...

that design we saw as a flaw

amounted to more then we could have dreamed.

 

© 09/3/2020 Emma J. Willden