I keep trying to make you in my image:
Liking what I like,
Rejecting what I reject …
But then I remember that I got it backwards, again.
You ask me to love what you love
Leaving your fingerprints on all I touch.
Becoming a small aperture of grace.
Open me to this possibility – that you might
Live through me, in this small corner of the new reality,
Giving light to my light; life to my life.
Quiet Hope 