A Reflection

With these words the saint gifted me
came also the realization
that everything and nothing
has changed.

When I look at you,
reflected is all the faith
that I lack.
All your actions
reflect my inaction;
your patience
mirrors my angst.

With these words the saint gifted me
came also the realization
that all words are the same
in love.

When I speak unfaithfully,
reflected is your love.
When I speak apathetically,
reflected is your love.
When I speak impatiently,
reflected is your love.

So, as I thank the saint for her words and for her love,
I am also thanking you for reflecting my true nature.