Mirror of Mirrors

A mirror tells me of a crease on my shirt
Or if my face is smudged with dirt.
A fine look, I'm told too, it does not hesitate;
I plunge into my day before eight.

The Bible: the mirror of the heart--
The mirror of mirrors in an essential part:
How would I know where I've run short,
If to the mirror of mirrors I don't resort?

The Bible: a mirror, not an orchard--
I cannot pick or even discard.
I'm chastised but always hugged,
Flaked and flayed but never mugged.

Note: The title 'Mirror of Mirrors' is not mine. I heard that from a radio station. So I played with the idea. The poem is mine, though