The Mirror...

Here I sit, a result of the day...bruised(literally because of a rough game of ultimate frisbee), broken(simply because in the above mentioned game, I re-injured the same shoulder that I had multiple times before, as well as a pulled hip flexor), and in awe of such a day that came with out warning, and without forgiveness. Do not be deceived by the words which I write here, for it is in my decision to make my day what it is, that makes me the very result of it.

Each morning as I prepare to observe myself in the rays of accomplishment, should I find such a thing in my day, I inquire of the emptiness that surrounds me and find interest in the silence of its answer.

"Are you there?"

To whom do I speak you might ask? And it is with a smile that I answer, with a question of my own. To whom would you like to be speaking with? To they that are in my heart, which could be anybody. It needs not be a physical person I speak to, nor need there be someone to respond at all. I speak with my heart, and therefore, feel the response from those whom I speak, also within my heart. I need not words. I need only the soft rhythm with which I hear the answer. If my heart sounds, so does the heart from which I seek the return.

Is it God? Of course! Is it love that you speak to? How could it be anything else?

And then in the dawning moment of each beautiful morning, I find the dawning moment of realization. Through the mists of each day, I look for the clearing. And it is there that I find it. The mirror...and upon looking at said mirror I find the answer! No....it is not my reflection that I see, for there is none to behold. But rather, it is in the unclear images, that I find what I need....the symbol drawn in the accumulated clouds, printed in to the face of reflection, so that I may see it every day...

Thus, it is without warning that my heart is taken, and even more so, it is not forgiving...for the emotion that is withdrawn so overwhelms the soul with great intensity that it can only bring tears...tears of welcome spirit...tears that have written a name across the holds of memory...

To dear God, I know you are there. It is not question nor doubt. It is only truth and conviction.

To dear love...I pray you return, for I miss thee...and my heart longs to hold you close...

The mirror becomes the point of choice, and because it is one near the first element of my day, it is also one near the last. It begins there as a choice...and ends there as the result....