Mirrors

Images never ceasing
The faces look back at me
And I ask, "Who are you?"

The distortion makes it hard to see
Yet the images appear correct
And I ask, "Why are you?"

But an image is seen
In the reflection of a friend's eyes
And I ask, "How are you?"

And only then do I realize the true image
Is seen in His perfect reflection
And I ask, "Lord, How is it done?"

Written 2/9/09