Staring deeply into darkness's heart, <br />reflected back in mirror'd eyes <br />can give one's conscience a nasty start <br />that may turn out neither well nor wise: <br /> <br />For into darkness's depths they're drawn, <br />like fitful moths to flick'ring flame. <br />& when clothed in spiritual denial too long <br />Can be held hostage to Evil's dark game. <br /> <br />For as long as our evil is all we can see, <br />we lose all sight of redemptive Good <br />turning Divine Sacrifice to trifling pin's fee: <br />forgetting the true meaning of Holy Rood. <br /> <br />In failing to forgive ourselves, we sacrifice our Light <br />Facing, then, an eternity in cold & endless Night. <br /> <br />(Copyright 12/09/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-s-trap-a-sonnet/
