by Jessica Renee Dawson
O, my Lord! There are multitudes of flowers growing in the midst of Your garden with bright colours, all pleading to be seen with Your eyes as You walk through rows of chrysanthemums and peonies. But as for me... I am the dandelion in the way in the path... I am the wildflower flailing in a beautiful chaos upon winds rolling over the valleys: sometimes in light; sometimes in shadow. O, my Lord! There are multitudes of birds singing in the midst of Your garden with loud voices, all pleading to be heard as Your ears are attune to the sounds of cisterns of prayer! But as for me... I am the fallen eagle in the way in the path... I am the loon calling from still waters, as the night falls around me: sometimes I see my reflection— sometimes I see Yours.
Jessica Renee Dawson lives on Vancouver Island in British Columbia and has taken poetry and English through North Island College. She has studied under poets, Lynne Knight, and Jan Zwicky. Dawson’s works have appeared in journals including: Poetry Quarterly, INK IN THIRDS, The Tulane Review, Wild Plum, Sparks of Calliope and others.