Page 43 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV
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On the Mirror
On the mirror she faced her eyebrow Thinned by her weary hands
Many old hairs her eyes had shaped and laced And tweezed her past again to grow.
Her heart
On youth´s horseback rode Stumbling on trapped doors and muddy roads
She had aged like her mother´s wrinkly past O how the unwanted thorn grows back!
If only she knew to face the mirror´s face And see her soul is not the same
Yet my soul, too, had aged
And on horseback I thundered away 3⁄4 Far 3⁄4
As far as my mother´s empty eyes Raced behind
Chased
I stopped by a singing willow To dream on God´s pillow.
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