MUD PUDDLE REVISITED

A special Lady writes in style

And bids us all to stay a while

Reflect in mud and the truth revealed

Of Love and Life and depth concealed

Think Psalmist thought of glass at its best

Reflective place for the thought to rest

Or through the glass, a view of world

In splendour show or in fear unfurled

Mud puddle reflections for all to see

In a world so thirsty for "I want to be"

Show the ugly scenes of the Ego's drive

To raise the head higher in the "being alive"

The frightening quest of the wannabe

Or the gentle pace of the running sea

A Life choice not written if we overlook

The wholeness and truth of the mirror-book

Do we splash through the mud with our hurried feet?

Never seeing or caring what lies beneath

Do we think of the love being washed away

Or just get on living this Groundhog day

Sink in the mud of the "might have been"

Or look at ourselves in the still water scene

Then open our eyes to really see

The wonderful things that still can be