Rose Out-mirrored

Loss, is not a felt-nothing

It fills every pore

A fullness

Never felt before

As though my love

Returned to me ten score

After heart's yearning

Towards Thee bore

I gave my All

But could not see

The disfigured mirror

That reflected me.

My Soul, so free

Ensouled-physicality

Restricting me to Be, so free.

A Suitable Form

A pleasantry

That only dares

Reveal a part of me.

That loss of Self

I did not feel

Until, the mirrored loss, in restrictivity

Revealed my Soul, to Thee.

I mourned my Captor's mirror

That held my image flat.

I did not believe that

I was more than that.

My image rose

Pealed out from mirrored glass

A silvered prison.

Ah, the moksha of Prism

Revealing Light, uncaptured

Unrestricted, I Rose.

The petals full

Revealing scent

Now, I breathe-feel fully

In enspaced lost false-self

As Remembrance of Thee

In Heaven's Purity

Rev Jenny Miller