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The Mirror

I'm still on sabbatical and one of my sabbatical projects is collating and reworking some of my earlier writings into a form fit to publish. One of my sabbatical challenges is trying to find places to worship on a Sunday that will not haul me unceremoniously back into work mode. Project and challenge came together this morning as I tried to slip unnoticed into Fitzroy Presbyterian (I failed in being unnoticed) and in listening to my friend Steve Stockman preach on the importance of Being With Each Other my mind went to the following piece. It originated as part of the last event I worked on with New  Irish Arts (whose chamber choir were on the Proms in the Park" event at the Titanic slipways), entitled “Genesis: A Celebration of Creativity” marking their 10th Anniversary, but I have posted it here a couple of times in a slightly different form.

Have you ever looked at yourself 
in the mirror of a morning
And wondered
“What does anyone see in me?”

The Creator looked at himself 
in a mirror one morning, a 
mirror which he had made,
A mirror fashioned out of clay
Transformed into flesh, blood and bone.
And in the mirror of man’s eye
God saw himself…

But it was not good, for
He was alone
And God was never alone. He 
was always “us.”

So God made another to 
make the picture complete.

And that morning he saw himself 
in the mirror of humanity
Male and female
Loved and loving
Created to create
Together.

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