All expression is a cracked mirror.
The other day I was looking at the clouds and I remarked, “Those clouds look like paint stokes sailing across the sky.” For the first moment or two this seemed profound, but in the next I realized I was wrong. The clouds do not look like paint strokes, but rather, paint strokes look like clouds. Paint is a cracked mirror through which we interpret the world and so are all other means of expression.
We use the things we create to try to mirror the things that we see:
Paint is used to trace the evening clouds.
Words are used to convey the depths of the Sea.
Musical notes are used to bottle the sounds of the brook.
Planes attempt to fly the course of the eagle.
Cars seek to match the pace of the cheetah.
Rockets desire to live among the stars.
Homes are modeled after the shelters occupied before us.
Everything we create is a broken reflection. Everything we design, do, and think is pulled from a divine mosaic. It is all a shattered reflection of a picture we did not create ourselves.
Solomon once said, “There is nothing new under the Sun,” but maybe he didn’t mean that nothing new would be created. Maybe he meant, rather, that all that comes about would simply be a second-hand mirror of things that have passed before us. Our expressions do not stand on their own. They stand only upon an inspiration that germinated their existence. All our pictures, paintings, words, structures, and thoughts are pull from a greater source that keeps all our expressions in motion. All we give forth to the world is a blurry reflection of true beauty; a cracked mirror that speaks of true hope.
* I’ve often tried to capture each moment perfectly only to discover that it is impossible. Nothing I do can perfectly – or remotely – contain anything that my eyes see, but that does not mean I stop reflecting what I see. Our broken expressions are able to point others to the purity of what we attempted to reflect. They point from our brokenness to His holiness.