Pause, gaze and reflect! This youthful image! (Can it be? Is is true?)
Putrid masks shed - - squalid seas of stupor sink,
Gauzed wounds of sin now healed - - each ache and pain sold for penny scars of vices;
A free man’s posture, poise and joy,
Poisoned past with penance, tempered waist with fasting, waste trimmed, and chaste,
Plan of life to live daily, Adoration, self-oblation,
Temptation tried; live, liberated constitution,
Man, mindful of mystery - - stately, sturdy, fit;
Wise with words of wisdom, withstanding
Fads of passing fancy - - friends, stable family;
Clean, that clouded glass a ghastly image of the past,
Clean you’ve died to self - - and the self you see is Christ!
Gary Edward Geraci
“It’s now no longer I that live but Christ lives in me.” Galatians 2:20
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To appreciate this poem in its entirety please google and read “A Hand-Mirror” by Walt Whitman.
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A fine write Gary.
Thanks Orchidee and to think I kept the commentary to one sentence....
You dropped that mirror? Seven years bad luck? Depends if we believe in 'luck' or not. I don't, so I'm going round breaking mirrors! lol.
I try not to drop anything made of glass...but if I do, and I invariably do, I blame it on the fact that I am over the age of fifty...
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