Cracks Let the Light Come In

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall..

Posted by Cracks Let The Light Come In , Monday, August 17, 2009 3:42 AM

There is a dark, damp room with empty walls and peeling old paint. In this room, there is a mirror. This mirror tells glamorous stories, spins beautiful webs, and creates the most alluring sounds. Each being has their own mirror, but this mirror belongs to a being named Image. Since the first glimpse of reflection, Image has been coming to this mirror time and time again. Sometimes Image would come every day, and sometimes, Image would hold off until it needed to come back on it’s hands and knees, grasping for more.
Crawling to the mirror with blood, sweat and many tears, Image pleaded, “Mirror, tell me who I am for I have gone away and have forgotten!”
“Oh, yes. I know this one quite well,” The mirror began. Proceeding, the mirror began spinning, creating and telling the best stories ever known until Image had fallen on it’s face from pain and embarrassment. Tears escaped from the tired eyes of the trodden down, fragile image. Turning to the escape, Image slowly clambered out of the room with the ounce of dignity it had left. This cycle continued year after year until Image’s visits were few and far between, but they lasted for days and days at a time. Yet, one day, Image stopped coming. But the mirror waited for Image, knowing that it would come back for more: it always did.
Dust collected on the rigid edges of the mirror and fell far into the grooves with no breath to breathe the dust away while Image was gone. And then, one day, Image came back-taller than the mirror had remembered and it had something with it.
“Oh, Image! You have been gone for so long… and my, how you’ve grown.” The mirror added in astonishment.
“Yes. I have been gone for quite some time.. and now, I am going to tell you a story.”
“Oh, please, be my guest.”
“When I left you last, I was broken and bruised. I could barely open my eyes. Once I escaped these walls, I collapsed. I don’t remember what happened right after that, but when I awoke, I was in a room with a man sitting next to me. At first, we didn’t speak at all. He was just there all the time. He gave me something to drink and offered me food, although I wasn’t hungry. When he began speaking, he had a soft, velvet voice that made me want to listen.” At this point, Image began pacing the room with her object in tow. “When I began speaking back, he asked me if I knew who I was. I told him that I didn’t and that I wasn’t sure that I ever had. It was then he told me, ‘Well, that just means we will get to figure it out together.’ He then told me about you. He doesn’t like you very much, you know. He told me that you were powerful, but that he was more powerful than you, and he knew how to defeat you.”
Image turned to face the mirror with tears streaming down it’s face as it picked up the gleaming Sword it had been holding. “You have had control my entire life, and control you will have no longer.” With that, Image drew back with all her might and drove the Sword into the belly of the mirror. Glass shattered and rained all around His Image. And in the silence, the still small voice was heard… ‘I will never leave you or forsake you’. His Image then took Christ’s hand as He lead His Image over the shattered remains of it’s life.
“What do we do now?” Asked His Image.
Smiling, he said, “This, we do just this.” And they walked out of the dilapidated old building and into the sunlight.