How gracious indeed do we remain with the figure of beauty peering back at us in mirrored curiosity each day?
Mirror to Mirror
When we inhale the reflection cast in the morning hours, when we visit ourselves in outward expression, faced yes with ourselves, how indeed do we respond?
Are we gentle and graceful in our assessment, handling ourselves as a child would, with a young bird coupled in his cradled hand's? Are we loving and generous in our perception of our shadow image, as we would be to another?
Is not our reflection bathed in uncut honesty, worthy not of our respect and admiration? Does it not represent our essence, etched and painted in portrait fashion and form? Therefore is it not worthy of our applause, for surely the very intake of our eye at that moment indeed introduces us to a creation basking in splendor.
Yes, the special unique gift we each and all represent in our entirety,
not finished, nor yet fine-tuned, yet in our simplicity we truly represent greatness, each and all.
For none can be painted in our likeness, for we each are special and wrapped presents, all designed for a rare purpose and goal in life.
We are laid at the feet of one another, as on Christmas morning, as wrapped gifts, hopefully to be entreated and received with appreciation and welcome.
So as we are unwrapped, may we each be our best self and person, so as to bring joy to another, even if just for a blink in time.
If you show them your heart, all men of value shall embrace it.
Peace,
Rodney Evan Bohen
For none can be painted in our likeness, for we each are special and wrapped presents, all designed for a rare purpose and goal in life. Acutally I had a hard time choosing which was my favorite line, or the most meaningful,,,but from "friend~to~friend" I feel this is a very touching poem in all, I also feel when we actucally do look in the mirror, we are the hardest critics to ourselves, if we care anything about ourselves at all,,,I guess I was stunned at the grocert store last evening, when the lady in the checkup, looked like she just crawlwed out of bed, had a coulple of cigerettes, and forgot to change her clothes, brush her hair, I'm not no beauty, and I know you're not suppose to judge a person by their appearances, then why do we have the pride of taking care of ourselves, how our children act and look, then of course there's the mate, you make sure everything is nice, cleaned for them, and if they wear something you don't like, you defintely hear about it, and if you put something on, just to reassure yourself, that at your age you still got the heads turning, and then of course, you the first things that pop on his mind, ***,,,I guess this reminded me of my parents, and how one was suppose to look in the mirror, the one hanging on the wall, the one hanging in the pride corner of your mind, it also reminded me of the song, by a singer, (don't faint) i like, despite what kind of a person he is, Michael Jackson, so there's my two cents in,,,"if all took a closer look in our mirrors, we would probably turn ghostly white"
cheers, coni lea
Reviewed by Dove (Reader)
Reviewed on April 8, 2003
Such rare truths in beauty..
Reviewed by Deborah L. Kelly
Reviewed on April 4, 2003
Rodney, this is so very true. But, it indeed takes one of courage to truly show their heart...and courage again in the one who wishes to embrace. So few, could deeply and truly understand the depth of "Mirror To Mirror." Wonderfully written.
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cheers, coni lea
Beautiful and Insightful piece, poetry of kind and generous bearing... you bring us this GIFT! (((rodney evan)))
So much truth...so much within...bravo, dear you, sir! w/many...many thanks,
m.
EXCELLENT
WILLIAM