(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in God’s True View of me ‘looking through a funhouse mirror glass darkly'”)
You don’t like what you see in the mirror.
“Is that really me?” you ask, turned away.
Fairest of them all is not you nearer
this mirror; the funhouse mirror shows Truth.
I avoid “real-life” mirrors like the plague.
“You’re a beautiful child of God,” they say.
The funhouse mirror shows what is not vague:
I’m a Picasso painting; disarray.
“God created all of us in His Image.”
Genesis One:27 – Look like?
Is God handsome, muscular, plays scrimmage?
The funhouse mirror: He and we alike.
Take a trip to a carnival near you.
The funhouse mirror awaits God’s True View.
