Being covered
in raiment of another’s choosing
labelled you Lost.
Lost to sight,
lost to self,
you laboured to be
whatever you were called,
and laboured in vain.
Until
being covered
in raiment of Another’s choosing
labelled you Loved!
Loved by sight,
loved for self,
your labour to ‘be’
ceased;
you simply became.
Being covered
enhanced
and
complimented
and
intensified
inherent characteristics
and the you
inside
exploded with colour
and fragrance
and beauty…
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A theology lesson in poetry. Nice.
🙂 Why, thank you!
This really speaks well to me, Melody! So many years of trying to figure out, and be, what someone else said they wanted (just to have them change their minds, if I got close to accomplishing the impossible task)…and I also have a glaring memory that is the literal interpretation of your opening line, but I won’t go there. “The you inside exploded with color”–that’s what I’m living now, Hallelujah!!! God bless you–love, Caddo
Ah, the glory of the transformation! 🙂 I love you for it!
It’s funny, how I’ve forgotten how much blood sweat and tears went into it–must be like labor pains, eh? (never had them, myself–not a mom) To be more honest, I suspect the abundance of pain meds killed a LOT of memory cells–but even that is covered by the Blood, so I’m grateful (no condemnation).
Life in general kills brain cells, I think! 😦 And the whole no condemnation thing covers a LOT of territory! Yay!
Oh good, I’m feeling better and better!!
I hear you 🙂
I bet there are a few of us in that boat! 🙂
This one made me cry .. .you are really ministering to us with your poems, Melody! Thanks so much!
How I rely on YOUR ministry to ME! Thank you…