The World of Mirror

The imaginary World of Mirror,

Where everything meets in reverse--

The one-way window to nowhere--

Compels my entrance--but first

Break the spell of the fairy

That dusted that world with a glow,

And grasp that the world in the mirror

But fulfills the reality we know--

The enchantment of having an entrance

On the right instead of the left--

Of going this way down the hallway

To breakfast instead of to bed.

The world of the mind so intriguing,

In perspective, so familiar but strange--

Impossible that I cannot step through it

And thus have my life rearranged.

Oh, there sits that rocker so cozy,

The desk by the fireplace speaks.

So loudly, this fresh reverse calls me;

So falsely, the mirror-room breaks.

O could there be somewhere that mindset

That mirrors yet flips around time--

The clock wouldn't really be ticking;

The hands wouldn't move at all.

For the world in the mirror is heaven,

Correcting all turned in the Fall.

So darkly we gaze into forever--

So unlike everything we know--

And one day step through the Mirror

To behold the bright gaze of the LORD.

--CJW--