The Broken Mirror

When God created the heavens and earth
And everything therein;
The stars and worlds, the heart and soul
Of everything within,
He said, “We shall create a man
In th’image of the divine,
To bear the face of heav’nly light;
His form the same as mine.”

So man and woman came to being,
The double-face of God;
They reflected Him in every way
And walked where He had trod.
But then one day they turned from God,
Away from the heavenly aim
Of a perfect mirror for the Lord;
And they were put to shame.

God wailed and cried, “My children both,
Why have you disobeyed?
You were my hope, you were my dream,
And now you both have strayed.”
So they left paradise to God,
Who sat on his heavenly throne
And shed a tear for his children dear
Who had left him all alone.

We remain a broken mirror now,
A shattered image at best;
In the abyss, as far from God
As east is from the west.
The mirror broken, the reflection dimm’d,
The glory gone from our face,
We await the day when we will go
To a new and better place.

Be seeing you,
Steven