My sister in law asked me today for a monologue or sketch to use with a group of teenage girls coming to her home on Friday. She wanted something along the lines of girls in struggles during their teen years, but realizing they can't hide from God. I didn't feel I had time to write a new piece for her, so I've decided to post a previous writing. I think my posting it here serves somewhat as a personal copyright of sorts. Oh well, here it is none the less.

Mirror, Mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who will be the next to fall? Well, not me, I’m certain of that! Yeah right! That’s what I used to think. Who would have thought that I, so secure in myself, would ever be this low, this beyond hope. I thought I had kept all my fathers commands. I thought I would never forsake the teachings of my mother. I had been raised with these teachings bound to my heart and fastened around my neck. I walked them. I slept them. Those teachings were my light and my discipline.

So where did I go wrong, God? At what point did I become so detestable in your sight? How did my eyes for which I had always been known suddenly become haughty? Maybe it wasn’t sudden at all. No more sudden than the way my tongue was no longer an instrument for speaking love, but lies. Strange, huh? Eyes and lies. Seeing and speaking. What once would have been love and truth are now blind and silent.

I never wanted to become defiant and loud, persuasive and smooth, but my words became thick like honey. They appeared to be captivating and captive they were. They have taken me captive into a prison that leads to death.

I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to hurt others or myself. But I have created so many wicked schemes and rushed to such evil paths that I fear no one would ever believe that person no longer exists.

When I look into this mirror, God, could you make the reflection to not be mine? I don’t mean that I expect to see a new physical appearance. But, perhaps, as I look into this, maybe I would actually see you. Your kindness, your brightness, your cleanness. Your love, and most of all your forgiveness. OK, God here goes.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who will be the next to fall?
Humbly to MY knees I fall
Abandon all to hear your call
The apple of your eye to be
The truths of you I now must see
New Life I have in your commands
To follow you, my will demands.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
My reflection is growing small
Lord of all, in me stand tall
A love from you for all to see
The past is gone, they don’t see me
You’ve drawn me back from far away
I hear your call and now obey



Written by: Diane Barden, 2000