Ryan Lee Morris
The Man Standing In The Mirror - Poem by Ryan Lee Morris
The smile returned upon it greeting,
The word exchanged upon it's meeting.
Spiritual gifts versus, the meeting of the minds.
Which do I try to control more?
My disposition, or another's position?
Which do I consider more?
I have the choice to choose.
Do I choose wisely?
I do not know best.
Though father does.
Yet I follow my heart,
I do not follow His teachings.
Then everything falls apart.
On the treadmill,
No closer to the destination.
'Why have you forsaken me? ' I ask.
But who made the choice?
Cheating at the game of life.
The rule book is not there to control,
But to teach me of self control.
Yet it's another's control I seek.
Faith will move a mountain.
I am the mountain.
The faith moved me.
Moved me to action.
For it was very small inside.
But as I sought, I grew.
It also grew.
Others are my true reflection.
To find the reflection I seek,
I must first look inward.
To change the man that stands in front of the mirror.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.
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