Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Poem Of The Day

About Face


Is there a starting point?
a birth place for the face?
an empty canvas for the soul
awaiting a stroke of unique magic?
this face that I have
was always intended to be my face
and it was originally this face
and eventually it will wrinkle and decay
but my eyes
with or without a face
are the eyes of the world
turn around and face
your identity
before you look ahead at a mirror
which only reflects
it does not capture
the holistic essence of your being
my face is a vehicle for expressing
laughter, tears, anger
sarcasm, strain, and the
individual look of fear
can God see beyond my poker face?

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