The truth of the mirror
The crooked shall be made
straight
and the rough ways made smooth
– scripture
of great comfort to one
twisted and coarse,
pent within a shell I’ve been
unable
to peck my way through.
Made straight and smooth –
but only after facing
entirely
the degree of my crooked roughness.
Standing up to the truth of
the mirror,
releasing one-by-one the
makeshift
sticks and stems, fig leaves
and rags
which conceal me from no one
but my trembling self.
O child of God, take heart in
your every pang.
New birth requires a long,
doleful labor.
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