Staring deeply into darkness's heart,
reflected back in mirror'd eyes
can give one's conscience a nasty start
that may turn out neither well nor wise:
For into darkness's depths they're drawn,
like fitful moths to flick'ring flame.
& when clothed in spiritual denial too long
Can be held hostage to Evil's dark game.
For as long as our evil is all we can see,
we lose all sight of redemptive Good
turning Divine Sacrifice to trifling pin's fee:
forgetting the true meaning of Holy Rood.
In failing to forgive ourselves, we sacrifice our Light
Facing, then, an eternity in cold & endless Night.
(Copyright 12/09/2005)
Hugh Cobb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-s-trap-a-sonnet/
