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.