Reflection
In the middle of the nightI woke up in a sweat,
I peeped through the window
a secret I kept...
Drops of H2O
combined with NaCl,
I tried to close my eyes
but to no avail...
Curved lines and some straight
maps of age...
I looked through the window,
A smile I engaged...
Sweet thoughts of tomorrow
Sorrow times of yesterday,
I saw through the window
His image I pray...
We were created from His image
In the Scriptures it is written,
I saw through the window
His Grace never forbidden...
Finally, asleep I fell
with a secret to tell,
for when the morning came
I laughed by my bed...
for what I was seeing through,
was not a window,
but a mirror instead!
@ Ray Aguilar 2005
Poetry by Ray
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 23:40
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