May 18, 2005
We sit in the garden. Our lives are filled with roses and
peonies and iris and yellow daises. In the morning of our day we are of
this garden
All of us, with unveiled faces, seeing the glory of the
Lord as though reflected in a mirror, are being transformed into the
same image from one degree of glory to another . . . 2 Corinthians
3:18
I draw a picture remembering sweet words sung to me so
long ago when I was young and my children were the rose buds of my life
.. I walk in dignity within my own home.
This morning, I walked through my home stretching from
the souls of my feet to the top of my head in exaggerated alignment.
Pausing, before the tall mirror hung on the east wall, I looked into the
glass and saw a woman smiling at me. I recognized her and this
recognition was unrepentantly deep and boldly comforting as if I had
stepped into the mirror and existed as always there -
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