Me
Whom do they see?
Do they see me,
Or only the shell-
My outward looks?
Unruly brown hair,
A sparkling pair
Of bright blue eyes,
And a lopsided smile.
Ruffled peasant shirt,
That silk wrap skirt.
Celtic knot necklace,
And tall black boots.
Or can they see,
When they look at me,
That behind this mask
Lies a greater Power?
That I am dead,
And in my stead
There reigns a God
Of grace and truth.
By giving all
And letting fall
That crazed illusion
Of control,
I am free
To truly be
The real self
That God created.
Do they see me,
Or only the shell-
My outward looks?
Unruly brown hair,
A sparkling pair
Of bright blue eyes,
And a lopsided smile.
Ruffled peasant shirt,
That silk wrap skirt.
Celtic knot necklace,
And tall black boots.
Or can they see,
When they look at me,
That behind this mask
Lies a greater Power?
That I am dead,
And in my stead
There reigns a God
Of grace and truth.
By giving all
And letting fall
That crazed illusion
Of control,
I am free
To truly be
The real self
That God created.
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