The Mirror... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Rushing there and rushing here,
with a quick glance in the mirror.
And as my reflection looks back at
me, I stop and wonder just what
does Gods eyes see? Through the
decades, through the years, over
all, , , did I bring God joy or did I
bring him tears? How many bridges
did I burn? How many lessons have
I learned? Have I confessed all my
sins upon my knees? Have I repented
for all of these? Am I no longer who
or what I used to be? And who I am
now, , , Is God pleased?