A poem about being made in the image of God:
Looking down upon a still lake,
Someone watches from below,
My reflection, blurred,
And I look to the heavens,
Wondering,
Is this how God sees us?
The essence of how I look reflected in a lake,
The essence of who God is reflected in a person?
Perhaps it is not how we look,
Perhaps it is not how we think,
Perhaps it is not what we do,
Perhaps it is not who we are,
Perhaps it is not found in others,
Perhaps it is found in love.
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