And If The Mirror Cracks
And if the mirror cracks, why worry?
It’s only the reflection that is marred;
Originals remain intact and crystal clear.
And if the mirror splits, why panic?
There’s twice the value, twice repeated truth
To show those gems of insight that we seek.
And if the mirror shatters into shards, don’t weep:
Since dazzling diamonds can still decorate the floor.
Illuminating all the room with wisdom’s light.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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