If I’m made in Your image, why is it I see
so little of You, and so much of me?
– Question from the Girl in the Mirror, De Jackson 2010
As if hope were an echo
or a nod
or the crimson shine of dawn,
we raise our heads
to free the seeds and softly plead
with fallen shards of sky.
too, and forever
wishing to find
on the other
less fragile side.
Over at dVerse Poetics today, Mish has us pondering wishes. Come play!