I studied my face in the mirror, noting what time had done, or perhaps even undone.
I wonder if and how my life might be expressed there.
Do my eyes show compassion for others?
Is there a smile for the friendless, an ear for the
one who cries but is seldom heard?
Did worry and concern leave their tracks?
Did the cares of this life and my own weariness
leave their shadows?
Have joy and contentment softened the countenance?
Do passion and purpose rosy the cheek?
Does enigma raise one brow?
One can hardly look at another’s face, and read the entire story.
I consider what time has done, and I ponder the mystery of it.
Time seems to be a concept of the earthbound - the clock and calendar
are my unrelenting rulers and taskmasters.
The sun rises and sets, the seasons change –
Ahhh… another trip around the sun.
I rise, I work, I go to bed, and more sand sinks into the bottom of my hourglass.
I ask forgiveness for the time I’ve wasted in vain pursuits
and for setting worthless things before me.
So, what have the decades brought and what have they taken?
Youth and strength were the wages paid for wisdom.
Self-righteousness was humbly exchanged for mercy.
I study my face in the mirror, and hope it reflects the One
who calls me His own.
Photo Credit: Deb Turnow
Kim Yinger is a wife, mother of two, and an HR manager. She is a contemplative who also loves nature and writing Haikus. Touching other peoples’ lives with her musings, and glorifying the Lord with the offerings are her greatest desire. “When people read my poems, I’d like them to say, ‘hmmmm…… pause and calmly think about that.’ [Selah].”