Lay them down, let them slip
From bone-white anxious fingertips –
These pseudo-hues, these not-true-yous,
The ways in which you daily choose
To dress your soul in binary,
Faux your skin in finery;
When fiction’s tarnish falls away,
When forgery is let decay,
Your backbone rises plumb-line strong,
Authentic in its truest song.
So let it fall, remove that shell –
You’re beautiful au naturel.
I love this, Melody.
Thanksgiving Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy! Hope you spent an excellent Thanksgiving with your loved ones!
Yes, Melody, it was cozy and sunny. 🙂 Autumn is wonderful here as always.
Wonderful poem Melody. a bare tree like that says a lot.
Thank you Stephen. Yes, God’s works speak loudly – if we listen! I’m afraid some days I’m too distracted to really see…