Likeness

by Kirsten Christensen

Heads often

shake

at you

and me

when I

at moments

open albums

and show others

how much

I’m you

Mirrors often

play

you

back at me

as I

in passing

catch a gesture

and see

how much

I’m you

Thoughts often

bring

you

nearer me

as I

in musing

compare our views

and sense

how much

I’m you

Prayers often

make

you

one with me

as I

in praising

feel peace sublime

and know He planned

how much

I’m you

as not just whim

or chance

in time

but you

as mother

are my wings

to soar me high

and let me see

how much

we’re Him

Photo by Tad Clayton