Do You See Me, God?
Yes, dear child, I see you.
But do you see you?
I sent you so many mirrors
Each looking at you from different angles
In a different light
Each showing you tiny little parts
Of everything that makes you
Tell me, do you see you?
The very first mirrors…
They showed you how very precious you are
Never letting you cry, never allowing a scratch on your skin
At the beck and call of the princess of the land
Your wish was their command
Moving heaven and earth to nourish your mind and your body
With only the best, never even the mediocre, forget the shoddy
Those mirrors faded, cracked and were swept away in time
Hoping that you see you
Just like they do — a beautiful drop of morning dew
Then you stepped out of your house of protective mirrors
And found new ones of various shapes and sizes and colors
Some were made with the finest glass
Others from whatever their makers could forage
Some were distorted and showed you likewise
Some were glitzy, maybe blinding your eyes!
They all showed you the truth, mind you
But tinted with their own reality was their hue
You had a choice of which mirror to look into
Which ones to hang on the walls in your home
You liked the shape of one, the frame of another
Whether on impulse or on instinct
You chose them and they left an imprint
One said you were stupid, another said you were kind
Yet another focused on your lazy side, another your brilliant mind
Toxic, inspiring, beautiful, precious, useless, silly and fun, caring and fierce
Innocent, wise, headstrong, compassionate, sweet, boring…
All the mirrors had something to show, something to say, some label to stick
All spoke the truth, but only few did you consider, and very few you came to accept
I see all parts of you, I love the mosaic that is you.
Yes, dear child, I see you.
You want me to see you
You want others to see you
But I ask…
Do you see you?
Do you see you?
