reflect

wanderer caccooned,
lost between myself and something that is more of a giant that i will ever hope to become.
dichotomy of my flesh, and this something more divine.
to hear God whisper my name,
standing back to falter, and fall, to much to grasp.
gazing down towards whirlpools where my life emerged, or is, swirling.
the sun rises, and sets, to reflect back upon me what i need to be, what i was told, am told, and know to become.
reflect the long years in pools now shoveled with sand.
i look down, my reflection is still half what i want it to be.