Imperfect Reflection

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for reflections—
sunlight on white snow,
brightening my house in winter;
sky mirrored on water,
palette of grays and blues—so many blues;
or moon’s wavy, silver pathway
on breeze-wrinkled water.

Blessed are You
for my daughter, whimsical,
playing with her reflection in the window,
laughing because it looks like
she doesn’t have legs.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for wide landscapes reflected on lakes,
and tiny reflections in roadside puddles.
Nature’s reflections are soft.
Rather than a glass mirror’s invitation to scrutiny,
they invite wonder, playfulness, tranquility.
Sometimes an imperfect reflection is better.