I stand before the glass. Haunted.
The reflection is a stranger.
I slide quivering fingers over the slick smooth form touching cheek, mouth, eyes.
Hollow eyes stare.
I try to pull away hoping for escape from the thunder this glimpse has released in my soul.
I panic. I lunge. I flail.
Arms move frantic to change the picture before me.
I pause to look deeper.
Is this really me? It can’t really be me.
Yet, this soul reflector has captured my being sure and true.
Without warning, a single stone hurls towards glass.
The sound deafening. The mirror shatters.
I bend over shards hopeless to scoop them together, to protect, to reassemble.
My image is ten-thousand jagged fragments on the ground.
I curl in a heap of shame.
Confused, broken, lost in a tear river that flows over my ruin of impossibility.
Sharp. Shattered. Desperate.
I am consumed.
Held captive by the mirror broken, unaware the stone was flung to free.
A strong hand touches my shoulder.
I am drawn by His warmth, but I can’t break away.
I am driven by…
Buckled under the weight of…
Swollen with fear by the wreck of…
Let go, daughter.
Let. Go. Look at me. Let. Go.
My eyes battle fierce to meet the Stone Thrower’s glance. Locked.
I sink deep in the shine of His eyes.
Ten-thousand shards are a million miles away.
All that matters I find in His eyes.
A new reflection. All that matters.