Most anything is appealing when abstracted
Imperfections, as good as nonexistent
Tell-tale smears, scars of battles fought
All of them veiled behind the blessing of distance
But one thing can stand the test of scrutiny
Improves when you hold it to the light
When clandestine layers are peeled away
When the dusts of self-doubt are blown abroad
Underneath the cloaking lamina of assumed disposition
Reader, it is the soul!
Beneath is all we have attempted to hide,
But it is all that we want to be!
There is promise, there is embryonic future!
Within is the beauty, within is the courage
Within is all we cannot synthesize in physicality!
But as we peer through the spy-glass
We see nothing good here, let’s cover it up!
But your bias is blind
You must look through the eyes of One who sees clearly
Relinquish the rights of your soul, that truly were never yours
Allow your Creator, the Author of your being
To adjust the lens of the scope of your mind
Widen it, dilate past misconceptions
He will illustrate your worth
What is already within
Create a renewed and true image of yourself
The close-up of your quintessence
Copyright © Bethany Richardson 2012