While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust, Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble, Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion, We must accept we are nothing but dust, Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability Then we are free to break out of our bubble. "Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7
Once at a funhouse mirror maze
A nightmarish sight caught my gaze
Hundreds of me stood all bloody
A wound for each thought “I’m ugly”
Lord, help me love myself for the rest of my days.
You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. —Song of Solomon 4:7
© 2016 Kim Bond
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