Reflection on reflection;
Image on display;
Light bent back upon itself
Says what the original cannot say.
Inert beauty, depthless design,
Merry music muted;
Reflected off the lens of life
brings tenor to trumpets tooted.
Wipe clean the glass that reveals my soul,
A reflection of its source.
Throw off the cloaks that quiet the tones
Of nature music’s force.
Blow the horn to wake me up
To see the grand design.
In choosing to reflect our beauty,
We give the Light it’s shine.