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Walking past the mirror,
A woman stopped to look;
And what she saw while there
She wrote down in a book.
She stood up straight and tall,
Turned from side to side,
She stepped a little closer
Saying, "Some things I can't hide."
She tucked the book away,
With housework yet to do,
Hoping she'd get back to it,
In an hour... or two.
The time had come and gone,
Weeks changed into years.
The book collected dust,
'Til her first grandchild appeared.
She found the book, once hidden,
Then opened it to read,
'Twas much to her surprise,
These words set her free.
Now if you are thinking,
"I too, would like to know,
Just what that book had in it."
To you I'll gladly show.
"Reflections of Life's Mirrors,
Aren't measured from this glass,
For glass can be deceiving,
Outward beauty soon shall pass."
"Your beauty is within you,
If God's love is in your heart,
Reflecting light to all the world,
What joy, it shall impart."
© 2002 Marie Williams
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