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The Beauty Within

Made in God’s image.

How ordinary

The One must be

If his image is me.

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Formed from the dust

How plain and coarse

My countenance

Of earth and clay.

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Breathed into being,

My name spoken once –

My own voice falters,

Is lost in the wind.

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Your radiant beauty,

Your infinite Light

Blinds my eyes

And gives them sight.

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We drink the wine

And leave the skin,

Useful, but empty,

Unless it is filled.

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Your Image is not

The vessel of clay

But the beauty within

That is hidden away.

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May our eyes shine your Love

May our words sing your Love

May the cracks in our covers

Be portals of Light.

May the eyes of our heart

See the beauty within.

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©Pamela Stead Jones 2010