Reflections

Reflections
A tiny little pond, so very plain it is,
Reflects a glorious sunset, and all its colors;
The fluffy orange clouds, changing to gray,
Set against a pale blue sky
Made doubly splendid by the pond.

A wet, mopped floor of a patient’s room
Reflects the scene thru the window;
Tall, Autumn-clad trees reaching up
To a clear, cloud-studded blue sky
Seen more plainly in both floor and sky.

A happy, smiling face of sunshine
Reflects the love of the Master;
Just a lowly human, so very unworthy,
But having received pardon and peace
Made plain to all who come in contact with Him.

Wendy Andrus Ross
October 9, 1979