True Identity

In the land of Here and the land of Now,

We can learn who we truly are somehow…

A boy looked in a mirror and saw what he had seen,

A young lad who couldn’t and wouldn’t succeed.

He gandered in the glass for an hour or so,

Trying to see past the image he’d sown.

So he tried to out run and out whit the mirror.

But its remembrance brought him continuous fear.

With anger and rage his bosom enflared.

Trying to beat the image he had to stare.

The young man tried forget what he had seen.

But never could surpass the image on the screen.

He fell to his knees with shame and regret,

Seeking for refuge from his imagined up debt.

A Man came along with a smile in His eyes,

And asked the lad why he did cry.

As the boy explained what the mirror had shown.

The Man asked to see the mirror the boy had known.

As the boy looked at the mirror in utter surfeit.

The Man with simplicity cheerfully wept.

The boy questioned the Man, “why the cheer and the glee?”

The response opened his mind, and his fear began to flee.

As he looked in the mirror and saw what the Man had seen,

No boy under-succeeding, but God the Fathers own kin.

The boy turned to speak to the Man,

But much surprised the Man had disbaned’.

He stood proud as the mirror followed his lead,

No longer to run from his true identity.

…From the Land of Here and the Land of Now,

We learn who we truly are somehow.

You can be led by a mirror of your shame and regret,

Or followed by your true identity you’ve finally met.