Mirrors

The human soul is a liquid mirror
that wells inside as we are filled
to the brim with Life-giving waters:
Washing away the stain of sin,
Expanding as we learn and grow
to reflect a partial revelation
of His unfathomable visage.

And when that same light from your eyes
in abundance overflows,
in a moment I know what it means to wait.
For surely there will come a time
when there is no more yours and mine
and we, as one, become His alone.

Yet try as I might I can’t forget
that phantom flame as it burns dull,
the folly of transgressions past.
And as you fade into that realm
I smile sadly, powerless,
And thank the Lord for second chances.