Broken Mirror

Reflections, reflecting, glimpses, flashes, fractions: little pieces of the Creator. Our world is a shattered mirror, fragmented and disconnected. The shards pierce and scratch, cut and bite, but only on the cold jagged edges. The smooth and liquid reflection of golden light calls to us. Bathe in me, be dipped in purity, in light, in perfection. Be held, be rocked like a newborn, be loved, be.

The reflections are soft and caressing and push us to be more. Calling us from the sharp edge of oblivion, come home, come here where adventure is waiting! Plunge into the depths and see how far eternity goes! Leave the woes, oh lost one, stop bleeding and wash your wounds. You’re already well-acquainted with that glittering, shining gold; you know it and it calls to you. Fall in and be made new.