The word for is beauty


A poem

What do I conjure up in my mind?
Who do I summon
When I feel ugly
I see the crooked jaw
The one eye drooping
As I snap the picture to send
If I could capture my redeemed soul in the lens
If my heart were on paper and not mere words
If my emotions were silenced in turmoil
Then would my eyes know beauty
That’s a question, not an answer
True beauty is seen through blood
Sacrificial, redeeming blood
Not even in the beaten and scarred body
Not even in the sunken eyes and ripping flesh
Not even in the creation of the earth
For it also groans as it dies
But we try to clean it
It stains our perfect image



About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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5 Responses to Beauty

  1. Debby says:

    A nice perspective on the word prompt today. Thank you.


  2. All I can say is WOW, Mary. This is bracing, and profound.


  3. kelly @kellyblackwell says:

    Powerful stuff. No holding back. Quite a poem Mary.
    God bless you.

    Visiting from FMF


  4. An absolutely beautiful poem; sad but so beautiful. I think we all feel like that sometimes. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us


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