Broken Mirrors

Lee Renard Caspian

Broken mirrors,
Slammed doors,
Fading spirit,
Empty stores.
My mind plays the reel again and again,
On a constant repeat from where it began.
A critical lens to pick it apart,
A longing desire to simply restart.
But closed doors mean open windows,
There’s always the grace that God endows.
It may be hidden but there’s always a way,
So ask for the wisdom to know when to stay,
Or how to know what is right.
The answer remains:
        Follow the Light!

  • Author: Lee Renard Caspian (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2017 00:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Laura🌻

    Beautiful poem...
    beautiful message!
    Always follow the light!
    It will guide us!

  • w c

    Thanks Lee! This is a very beautiful poem! Congratulations!

  • FredPeyer

    Great poem, Lee. Nice structure, and well written too. Like the line 'closed doors mean open windows'. Kudos!



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