A Peel Like Yours

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A peel like yours

leaves nothing to the

imagination. It reveals

your soul-shape,

what you wear

under your game face

on market day. My

heart sees underneath,

to the freshly squeezed

fruit, the way you

drip with flavour

and leach nutrition

and satisfy my

thirst for

transparency.

 

 

Holes

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Holes are part of who we are –

life, when lived, dispenses scars,

beauty with a beauty mark,

evening the field.

Holes that humble prideful face,

put us in a wounded place,

teach us that to live in grace

is where our holes are healed.

 

Angel Halo

Such fragile construction,

this whisper-thin membrane

between you and the Light.

Nothing robust here.

You cannot boast of a strength of your own making.

Ethereal,

your veins revealing the life-pulse beating in their wispy confines,

you boldly invite Sun into your membranes.

It captures your whole, and,

radiating within,

above,

beneath,

weaving a texture through your substance,

baptizes you with

angel halo…

“My power is all you need.  My power works best in weakness.”  II Corinthians 12:9 NLT