His Daughter
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A speck on the glass a reflection of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still and so brand new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light, refracted conduit
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .
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