Hold up a mirror

 If I could, I would take this poem and lay it gently

over your eyes until your pain subsided

I would take sound and work it with my fingers like clay

until you could hear the breath and heartbeat of earth

I would shape light into healing

and spread it over your skin, let it seep into your bones

let it hold you in safety

so you could feel that you are filled with love

protected from all harm

I would hold up a mirror

that reflected the divinity within you

to give you an image of true self

unmasked, pure, sacred

we could walk in beauty

until mortal flesh became dust

and our bones were buried in silence

and the wind could carry our voices

through all the lands.