My 1st Poem after yrs. of not being able to write anything.
In the looking glass she sees a reflection of her life past.
An image appears, and reveals the face of a smiling, laughing, baby girl.
A feeling of warmth rushes over her as she remembers what was so long forgotten.
Another image becomes clear and she sees her mother cowering in fear.
Then another of her father with fist raised in anger.
More and more images appearing, filling her with horror, and panic sets in.
She looks away briefly, but, curiosity turns her gaze back toward the mirror.
The next image shows a young girls face, expressionless, and she is solemnly still.
The picture changes again, showing a dark tunnel with a clear light at the end.
As it gets brighter she is flooded with a familiar feeling of love and contentment.
Then she remembers that day she found Jesus and opened her heart again to trust.
Visions now flowing steadily threw the looking glass of all the things He had shown to her in those nightly dreams of escape.
Clearly she sees all the times He lead her by the hand as they flew above the rooftops of life while explaining to her the ways of the world and man.
She turns away again, this time to wipe away her tears.
Gently sobbing, she cries, “Father, I remember now. How could I have ever forgotten this place? Where did I go Astray?
She looks again into the mirror and sees the light fading away as a yet another image is made clear of a young women just lost her virginity by force.
Darkness sets in with another paralyzing image of her face now frozen and cold.
Now more pictures flowing quickly by, one after the other, of all the things she had done thinking she was worthless.
Spreading her legs for validation and riches, using drugs to numb the pain of the emptiness inside.
Enough she thinks, then slowly, another picture appears, and she turns away in shame.
She remembers “him” and the things she let “him” do to her.
Seeing the pictures of all the bruises and emotional scars she shudders at the thought of the next image.
Then the looking glass clears to reveal a glass pipe in this broken woman’s hand, and as she sees that she is unmistakably with child, she drops the mirror to the floor.
She can’t take it anymore and falls to her knees
Hands on her belly she cries out “Oh God, Oh God, What have I done?”
She screams out in anguish of her sin and prays fervently for the safety of her unborn child.
“Father,” she cries ” if you protect my little girl, I will give her to you, I give her to you now.”
“Can you ever forgive me?”
“Can I still call you Father?”
She glances once more into the looking glass that now lay at her knees, and recognizing her present self finally, she sees a light growing around her, and an outstretched hand at her side.
“Could it be?”
“Could it really be?”
Disbelief turning to hope she turns to look and falls on her face as she is covered by grace and a loud voice echoes through her entire being.
“Arise, My Beautiful Daughter.”
“I Was Always Here.”
“I Have Already Forgiven You.
Trembling with pure joy she looked up.
“I believe” she said, “help me with my unbelief”
An image appears, and reveals the face of a smiling, laughing, baby girl.
A feeling of warmth rushes over her as she remembers what was so long forgotten.
Another image becomes clear and she sees her mother cowering in fear.
Then another of her father with fist raised in anger.
More and more images appearing, filling her with horror, and panic sets in.
She looks away briefly, but, curiosity turns her gaze back toward the mirror.
The next image shows a young girls face, expressionless, and she is solemnly still.
The picture changes again, showing a dark tunnel with a clear light at the end.
As it gets brighter she is flooded with a familiar feeling of love and contentment.
Then she remembers that day she found Jesus and opened her heart again to trust.
Visions now flowing steadily threw the looking glass of all the things He had shown to her in those nightly dreams of escape.
Clearly she sees all the times He lead her by the hand as they flew above the rooftops of life while explaining to her the ways of the world and man.
She turns away again, this time to wipe away her tears.
Gently sobbing, she cries, “Father, I remember now. How could I have ever forgotten this place? Where did I go Astray?
She looks again into the mirror and sees the light fading away as a yet another image is made clear of a young women just lost her virginity by force.
Darkness sets in with another paralyzing image of her face now frozen and cold.
Now more pictures flowing quickly by, one after the other, of all the things she had done thinking she was worthless.
Spreading her legs for validation and riches, using drugs to numb the pain of the emptiness inside.
Enough she thinks, then slowly, another picture appears, and she turns away in shame.
She remembers “him” and the things she let “him” do to her.
Seeing the pictures of all the bruises and emotional scars she shudders at the thought of the next image.
Then the looking glass clears to reveal a glass pipe in this broken woman’s hand, and as she sees that she is unmistakably with child, she drops the mirror to the floor.
She can’t take it anymore and falls to her knees
Hands on her belly she cries out “Oh God, Oh God, What have I done?”
She screams out in anguish of her sin and prays fervently for the safety of her unborn child.
“Father,” she cries ” if you protect my little girl, I will give her to you, I give her to you now.”
“Can you ever forgive me?”
“Can I still call you Father?”
She glances once more into the looking glass that now lay at her knees, and recognizing her present self finally, she sees a light growing around her, and an outstretched hand at her side.
“Could it be?”
“Could it really be?”
Disbelief turning to hope she turns to look and falls on her face as she is covered by grace and a loud voice echoes through her entire being.
“Arise, My Beautiful Daughter.”
“I Was Always Here.”
“I Have Already Forgiven You.
Trembling with pure joy she looked up.
“I believe” she said, “help me with my unbelief”
Oh SWEET victory in JESUS
MY Savior for Ever
For He STILL sought me because He bought me
With His redeeming blood.
All my love is Due Him.
M. Fawn Saylor
April 2014
His Precious Daughter 