Reflections

What do you see when you look into a mirror?

Sometimes I see fear

At times I see how age is gaining ground

Other times I see a confident man

And other times I see a man defeated by my worst enemy, ME

I see reflections of my past

from childhood

to adulthood

Then I ask,

"Who is this graying man and where did he come from?"

"Where is he going?"

I look at him and shake my head,

I want to cry because because I feel so sorry for him

Time has passed him by

What is there to show for his life?

What a pity for someone with such great talent

To have squandered it away

Then I ask him,

"Is it too late for you?"

Then I console him and tell him,

It is never too late for new beginnings.

For today truly is the first day

of the rest of your life

Source: Ken's Journal 1995

Job 7:7a "O remember that my life is wind"