Treasure Island

Carolyn Ford Witt

(1943 / Indiana USA)

THE REFLECTION


- * THE REFLECTION * -

As I look into the water
Reflections do I see
Reflections of the sun and sky
Reflections of the tree.

I watch as all That ripples
As I stir my hand around
Staring there into the pond
Reflections do abound.

I see the birds fly over
And I wish for more to see.
As I lean out even farther
The reflection there is me.

A reflection in the water
No earthly thing there be,
For this is where my precious Lord
Is looking in on me.

He sees me in reflection
Of this life here on earth
Just a small reflection,
And with calmness, gives me worth.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 3-3-06

Submitted: Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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