In the Looking Glass

(from Within My Illusions)

I wish that you knew
How important you are.

Not because of anything in particular,
But just by being you,
Your pure-hearted presence
And soft-spoken truth.

I wish you understood
That your strength
Lies not in pushing against,
But in that subtle grace
That moves you through each day,
The surprisingly wise things you say
When you think you are saying
Nothing at all.

I wish I could hand you a mirror,
And that in the reflection
You’d see your perfection.

I wish that you could see yourself
Through my eyes.