Reflections

Gazing on the other side
Through the looking glass
I see myself with candid smile
And she is at Peace in Love

In Love, the choices I have made
They are the atomic pieces at play
Encircling my every possession
Like a cyclone spinning my life – story

My life story begins on a “blue hill”
Where I was born to love
The only daughter begotten of my father
To my mother giving my name

My name held close to their hearts
And to the highest esteem
It is truly meant for a daughter like me
Discerning the way for which I am 

I am all the atoms and memories
Transfused DNA traveling on The Day
Schlepping purpose designed for me
By Love Himself for me to advance

To advance I had to understand
That after meeting Andrew at eight
It opened me up to True Love
That saved my life and awakened my soul  

My soul I could tangibly see and feel  
Inside me the realness of my existence 
Beyond my flesh that I am more than chance
Near death I realized that I am more

That I am more than the mirror reflects
Even more than I see what it shows
Verified to me some years later in time
When Dickenson casted her words on me – deliberately

Her words on me deliberately identified 
The very nature of my kind
Distinguished on the path I’d accepted
My Shield, my Reward within His Spirit

Within His Spirit I became and become
Initiated to pure Love requited
Exceeding in magnitude, fortitude, and Bronze
Regardless of anything or the world around me

The world around me gives turning glances
Capturing brief glimpses of what I’ve been given
In favor of my metallic muse of a man
Plated before me, multiplying our seed

Our seeds planted, produced; born to this life
But not yet picked, not yet ripe!
They are becoming, and given to His Spirit
Shielded and Rewarded much like we 

Like we, they are given and received in Love 
But their Heritage is more and greater in Him
Because they are born metallically endowed
Unbreakable, unstoppable, iron fisted – categorically

Categorically this is my distinction
All my journey has led me to this point of View
I am thoroughly reflected in every piece 
Patterned in Now, and woven among The Day

The Day brings me forth again and again
Steadying her dewy hands toward my life
And Evening – dusks, and then Dawn – breaks
Where Light and Love escort my reflections