A Dim Reflection of Myself

Free verse poetic prose of self-awareness

I see myself faintly

I look out of my window, and my image is reflected in the gardens. I appear to be standing among the lush life there but only as a faint apparition. I see through the manifestation of my presence to the gardens where my heart sings.

The sunny bed of Lilies with their vibrant outstretched yellow petals stirs memories of my mother, herself a Lily, who loved to dance and embraced life as she sang and skipped a two-step despite hardships. Below wave tiny English Bluebells as childhood memories flood back of woodlands like this and remind me our world is full of parallel places.

A few paces to the left lays a wreath-like ring of variegated Hosta bordering a shady bed filled with flowering scapes of the first bloom of early spring Lenten Rose, white Trillium — the flower of our province — an abundance of delicate Forget-Me-Not and the fountain of Bleeding Hearts planted in times of great sorrow but now bring joy in the remembrance.

Beyond is the fragrant garden that fills my senses with Rose aroma, perfumed Peony, herbal mint and the lingering floral scent of Lavender besides the Butterfly Bush planted to attract the tiny ones who help keep us fed and delighted in their activities.

I see the flowers, the bees and the trees, the scurrying creatures and the flight of feathered friends most clearly. But I see myself faintly through the glass as one in part but not whole, waiting to see and be seen face to face.

“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” (1 Corinthians 13:12, NIV)