The Mark

broken

 

Scarred.

Withered,

defective,

broken, battered –

but boldly blooming.

Consider each fracture

proof you are alive;

count each blossom

audacious

beauty

mark.

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17 comments on “The Mark

  1. This spoke to me. It’s hard sometimes to be bold in our witness and life when we feel so scarred and defective, but as you wrote, each scar is our beauty mark and it show we are human. Those who try to cover up scars actually cover up there real character and humanness.

    • melodylowes says:

      And – Who do we know that was scarred beyond recognition, and yet deserves to be called BEAUTIFUL? I have run from my scars all my life. I am now learning how to own them, even celebrate them – for they give me a vehicle for sharing the power of what HE can do in a life full of chaos and brokenness…. Thank you Stephen!

  2. Fig Tree Chance says:

    Oh wowza, Mel–beautiful words and exquisite flower; I like the lacy edges and the petals look like silk. Gorgeous.

  3. Debbie says:

    Loved your poem and your reply to Stephen, Melody! Thank you!

  4. beingeternal says:

    Inspiringly thoughtful poem! “Consider each fracture- proof you are alive” -This is very profound. Love this.

  5. Sissym says:

    Melody, how are you?

    Perfect! I am again a phase of regeneration!

    Hugs

    • melodylowes says:

      I have been battling bronchitis, and am tired out. But my little classroom is going well and I am enjoying all the fresh veggies from my garden! Take care! Hugs in return… 🙂

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