Another woman once wore my face,
trying on my many moods —
searching her mirror for the nod of my head.
Many thought we were one and the same.
But this woman –desperate and diseased —
operated my body recklessly
and without license,
swerving around commitment,
colliding with those who cared.
In an effort to steer her to safety, I seized the wheel,
but she was set on living her way
even if it meant dying in mine.
Airborne and wheels whirring,
she and I careened toward destruction
until You stepped out, forgiving arms opened wide.
There, in front of that brick wall — our tombstone —
You gently enfolded both of us —
healing our bodies, minds, and souls.
Now, she and I are truly one and the same —
(Published in Christian Bible Teacher)
** Kim Kathleen Terry **