Poem: Evident Mirror

Is it in the blue sky
or the white branches
in how often you cry
or delicious close dances?

Will you recognize “wise”
or only devise
lovely arrangements
of dried flowers?

Perhaps loving enough
will deliver the canyon
from the mountain
where you sit?

Will it be in the meek
children taking a peek
right into the you
that offers the view?

Can it happen while lost
battered and tossed
or when you save yourself with sing
and remove with love the sting?

Will it happen while you teach
or when you listen to preach
and when they switch
will you see which is which?

Life is the evident mirror…
the parable of our freedom
the thousand petaled path
to see our own reflection….
everywhere we look.