Poem January 17, 2011 Issue

Perfect reflection

Melissa Baker

Looking deep into the
reflection in the lake
and taking a head count,
nothing was missing.

Every cloud, tree, leaf, blade
    of grass,
every sailboat, duck, bird,
nothing was missing,
the reflection mirrored it all.

A reflection can’t
delete some objects
and add others;
reflection is exact.

Looking deep into God,
man is His reflected image.
Nothing is missing,
the reflection mirrors All.

— Melissa Baker

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