by Jennifer Pratt-Walter

I looked out upon the white-cloaked mountain
and All that is Holy, She said “That is you.”
I lay in the shade of a towering maple
and All that is Holy, He said “That is you.”
I played tag with the ocean’s waves
and All that is Holy, They said “That is you.”
I danced with the fire by night
and All that is Holy, We said “That is You.”
I held an old, old kitty as he breathed his last breath
and All that is Holy, the One said “That is you.”
I wept with a lost refugee
and All that is Holy, the All said “That is you.”
I saw my reflection in a deep still pool
and All that is Holy, I said “I see now — I am You.”
What a beautiful poem, Jennifer. Each image is so clear and poignant. Well done!