As I step to the edge of the water, toes poised to take
the plunge, I see my face reflected, not clear as in a
looking glass, but rippled, a bit shimmery in the sun.
Not a perfect reflection but something more real
than a mirror could ever offer. I am coaxed to bend
closer, tilt my head to remember, see more deeply
into the pool. Through quivering water I divine to
find me. I look past snide remarks that cut quick
to my soul. Push back gloated smiles gashing spirit
set free. I see me. One who is beloved. One with
gifts tendered to share. One waltzing lightly into
water with delight in discovery of Him in me.