To See, or Not To See

snowy diamonds

Rich

is the soul

whose heart can see

that even life’s coldest path

is sprinkled with

diamonds

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So You Feel as Though You’re Only One

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So you feel as though

you’re only one

in earthly meadow’s millions,

two feet,

a pair of arms,

sundry assorted parts

that fail to set

your arrangement apart;

but if you chose not to bloom,

the gap where your

smiling face should

appear

would be left bare,

blank in the canvas,

one beautiful brick

short of a load –

so bloom. Take your place

proudly, stand in the gap,

and watch the whole

world  grow,

one

little

flower

at a time…

Dust of the Earth

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Dust of the earth clings stubborn here,

no bath or scrubbing removes the smear;

yet snowflake’s true core is dust of the earth –

a crystallized raiment imparting true worth.

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Moisture in the air condenses at cold temperatures; each flake has its beginning in a molecule of dust, and grows in beauty as it joins its brethren.  A lesson here, perhaps?

The Great Equalizer

Pompous pines and smug cedars,

set aside superiority –

last night,

God released the Frost Fairies,

those celestial ladies-in-waiting

whose expertise is festal fashion;

today,

even the Ugly Ducklings

are Cinderellas,

even the weeds are winsome

in their fanciful finery.

The Great Equalizer,

frost paints all with the same brush –

seedling and signpost,

lilac and lantern,

thorn and thicket,

grass and grapevine;

 all are exquisitely,

royally dressed

for the Ball.

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For more on this topic, visit my sister blog, “Growing With God in my Garden”

Bare

Bare,

stripped down,

denuded.

I am as I was born,

naked before Your eyes.

No fake smile,

no mask.

No last-ditch attempt at impressing,

for You know what I am –

broken,

scarred,

warped.

My defences are useless.

 I quiver before Your thoughtful gaze.

Shame lowers my eyes,

makes me blush to my roots.

Your scrutiny never wavers.

Nothing You see surprises

or sickens.

Wounds can’t make you blanch,

welts have no power to revolt.

Rather,

when I dare to steal a peek,

I discern something new.

Is it – pride?

Admiration?

Longing.

Loving.

Accepting.

Sobs shake me,

autumn rains to wash away

former visions,

mirror images.

All that is left is –

me.

And

You say

I am enough.

Bare…