I do not see what God sees when I look in the mirror.
I see a woman weighted by decades lived,
outwardly wasting away.
God sees Genesis perfection
inwardly renewed day by day
a finite likeness of His own nature
Imago Dei ˗˗ image of God.
From Adam’s hand flew a stone of sin
shattering the image
splintering the reflection
stretching a chasm between divine and mortal.
Perfection came walking
Christ, the Chasm-healer
His arm round my shoulders
we look in the mirror together.
My likeness melds into His˗˗
conforming to the image of God’s Son.
I am Imago Dei ˗˗ intended to reflect His image
the same way the moon reflects the sun.
When I make choices, when I create, when I love
a glimmer of Him shines out,
changing me from glory to glory
until it is His face I see in the mirror.
