Beautiful.
And, dear lady, I also offer this, which was written by someone very near and dear to me:
THE ICONOCLAST
One image yet is not destroyed;
‘tis one he still holds dear
It is his proud reflection
of his visage in the mirror
It speaks: “Lean in, come close to me
and hear the words I say”
His ear inclines for siren’s call—
“Forget thy feet of clay”
Sharp and accurate...makes me think how narcissism and iconoclasty may be related the reflection being one of only inner emptiness...
Also, very skillful and beautiful use of the language...
***One image yet is not destroyed;
‘tis one he still holds dear
It is his proud reflection
of his visage in the mirror***
I have maintained for many years, supported by so many examples in private and in public, that many if not most Protestants have created God in their own image and keep Him on the hall stand and rub His head for luck when they walk by.
That one is cause for reflection..