Breathing Echo

Selah Cross

We walk a world of misted flame
A mirror bright yet bleared,
Imprinted by the Maker’s name
In colors swirled and smeared.

Like pictures on a moveless pond
Reflecting back the trees,
The echoes of the bright beyond
Gleam back from earthly seas:

Swift glimmers through a shadow-scrim,
A wavered glimpse on high
In passing shades a banner dim
Across the star-flung sky.

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Selah Cross, the oldest of six homeschooled children, is a young writer who loves searching for beautiful books, taking long walks, and talking about deep thoughts. She spends her days spinning stories and poems, wandering in the woods, and looking for the reflected truth of the True Story in the most fantastical tales of imagination.