I look at the mirror and see
a beautiful soul,
with genuine smile
running all over his face,
from his heart filled with joy
unspeakable full of glory,
even in the presence of a long
line of obstacles standing strong
and tall, like the wall of Jericho.
I see a soul, so powerless yet strong,
with no weapon at hand, yet fearless
like a lion, who turns for no animal.
I see a man, deeply asleep in the
midst of an angry storm.
I see a man, whose hope steadfastly
hangs on the cross.
©dos_k
D