Smoke and Mirrors

Mirror imaged and through that mirror darkly, satan's tree sends out subterranian roots to grow dark tendrils around our souls, breaking through the ground of trust in each, one from the other: It separates promises and hearts. Tangling its way inside our thoughts, it twists words inside our minds as it seeks out each one's vulneraiblity, the secret place where our fears hide: It tempts the pure of heart, breaking all the rules and laughing at confusion; it pours forth acid sap to pull us toward infinite musings,lashing the mind with duplicities and arrogance. Its just mirrors --smoke and mirrors. Leave it to die by itself, starving and shrunken -- already defeated; it is a relic of the past,it's worldy crown the hand of death --vanquished on Calvary. Breathe the light. Laugh. Trust. Dance. Sing. Live, for this is the day that the Lord, and no other, has made!