I heard a story told me-
A woman, she stood and looked before a mirror
And thus, she spoke to the mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall do tell me,
Who might the fairest be in all the land?
I stood and watched this woman before me-
She stood unwavering, pridefully careless before the mirror.
Now might I tell you more of this woman!
You see she was as darkness,
So evil ridden
But how so, so sad she knew it not.
For her eyes were married to deception.
The Mirror, it looked at her, saw her clean and clear
Suddenly, I heard the mirror speak,
With voice so soft, so tender, so dear
And this it said
There is indeed one most fair in all the land.
One who is above all, One who is before all
This one knows the end and knows the beginning
This one knows you and reveals you
This one exposes you and has access to the hidden dungeons of your heart.
But you see woman!
This one has the power to touch you, change you, transform you.
Yes! The power to make you anew.
The Woman, she stood
Stunned and speechless before the mirror
Clutching her throat with both hands she gasped-
Who might this one be?
She cried out in anguish!
The mirror, it looked, piercing straight at her
Shinning beams of eternal love into her eyes
With a soothing voice the Mirror it whispered to her –
I am He, And you see-
I am not mirror, mirror on the Wall
I am, Mirror, Mirror on the Word!
-By Ebimobo W. Obasi