Psonnets of Romance
Our Faces' Looking-Glass

The truth is rarely what it seems to be.
The looking-glass in which I look is dim.
Your earthly beauty is obscuring Him.
Yet underneath your face, what can I see?
The brighter burning flame of liberty!
If I behold this image on a whim,
forgetting who you are because of Him,
how better off am I than one not free?
May I not glory in the words I say,
like saying, "I have faith." For this shall pass.
If I refuse the needs you have today,
then I have turned a deafened ear, alas,
my faith in vain, my sister turned away
from Jesus in my face's looking-glass.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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