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this world is the light

its people our mirrors

we are their reflection

 

how we see into this light

in how we see its reflection 

 in how we treat others

we will define our existence

 

eventually becoming our intentions

 

guided into heaven, into hell

into a perverse purgatory, it's all inside here

in the light of this place, the reflection of your world

 

you will become this

it is our destiny

how does it please you?

Author's Note

there is smooth jazz, but this is rough jazz

Reviews

[Papaya]

The first stanza sets the tone for the poem perfectly.
We are mirrors of how we are treated more often than not.
If treated well, we respond in kind. When treated badly we return the same.
But the only way to break the cycle of bad behavior is to break the mirror and respond with care rather than immediate reaction. Behaviors are learned. Let's be better teachers.

[Davidgeo]

Like the Jesus story? Without the crucifixion hopefully.

[GlendaK]

Were you chomping at the bit to give that answer? How insightful! Actually, we are all crucified over and over in one way or another. I thought your poem and the review were both spot on.