116: The Beauty:
The newborn cries with zesty strength,
Her face a red and wrinkled frown.
Yet mortal parents cry with joy,
That Father send this daughter down--
Could any babe more beautiful be?
The little girl grows quickly now,
Her spirit bright, her mind so keen.
A giant heart in a tiny frame,
Would learn all that is good and clean--
Could any child more beautiful be?
The young miss, grown, and filled with love,
Will pledge her all to he who asks,
That she, with him, would share her life.
His soulmate in each needful task--
Could any maid more beautiful be?
Betrayed and injured, she endures
To share her heart with a needy world,
Though wracked with pain of force and frame,
She does not ceased to live God’s word--
Could any guide more beautiful be?
The years advance, yet she abides,
The babe full grown, the young girl gone,
New wrinkles come from joy and tears
Shall last till resurrection’s dawn--
Could any heir more beautiful be?
Such is the beauty that God sees.
This is a second poem for my rather distant "internet friend" about whom #104 was written ("Warriors of the Soul and Mind"). This was a second poem for someone I've never met in person is...remarkable.
We had been engaged in a forum discussion about "what is beauty", and I posted a message on our common board about her grace and charm. She replied with self-scathing disparagement that she was "old, short, fat, and grumpy". Having shared a Skype conversation with her [she kept her video "off"] and a group of fellow fans, I felt impressed to "correct" her self-criticism. Upon meditation, the phrase, "could anyone more beautiful be" came to mind--fifteen minutes later, here was the completed piece. From the notes in #104 the reader will see that she suffered serious automobile accident injuries as well as the faithlessness of her husband--yet she retained her joy of life and unending service for others.
There is, perhaps, a profound and poignant message here: In the eyes of Elohim and the Great Jehovah, our souls are sacred and we can all be indescribably beautiful in mortality, despite any seeming flaws of face, frame, or form. Then, after this earthly trial ends, we shall be resurrected through Jesus' atonement, to be eternally beautiful, with every defect, scar, or blemish of body removed--forever.
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The newborn cries with zesty strength,
Her face a red and wrinkled frown.
Yet mortal parents cry with joy,
That Father send this daughter down--
Could any babe more beautiful be?
The little girl grows quickly now,
Her spirit bright, her mind so keen.
A giant heart in a tiny frame,
Would learn all that is good and clean--
Could any child more beautiful be?
The young miss, grown, and filled with love,
Will pledge her all to he who asks,
That she, with him, would share her life.
His soulmate in each needful task--
Could any maid more beautiful be?
Betrayed and injured, she endures
To share her heart with a needy world,
Though wracked with pain of force and frame,
She does not ceased to live God’s word--
Could any guide more beautiful be?
The years advance, yet she abides,
The babe full grown, the young girl gone,
New wrinkles come from joy and tears
Shall last till resurrection’s dawn--
Could any heir more beautiful be?
Such is the beauty that God sees.
This is a second poem for my rather distant "internet friend" about whom #104 was written ("Warriors of the Soul and Mind"). This was a second poem for someone I've never met in person is...remarkable.
We had been engaged in a forum discussion about "what is beauty", and I posted a message on our common board about her grace and charm. She replied with self-scathing disparagement that she was "old, short, fat, and grumpy". Having shared a Skype conversation with her [she kept her video "off"] and a group of fellow fans, I felt impressed to "correct" her self-criticism. Upon meditation, the phrase, "could anyone more beautiful be" came to mind--fifteen minutes later, here was the completed piece. From the notes in #104 the reader will see that she suffered serious automobile accident injuries as well as the faithlessness of her husband--yet she retained her joy of life and unending service for others.
There is, perhaps, a profound and poignant message here: In the eyes of Elohim and the Great Jehovah, our souls are sacred and we can all be indescribably beautiful in mortality, despite any seeming flaws of face, frame, or form. Then, after this earthly trial ends, we shall be resurrected through Jesus' atonement, to be eternally beautiful, with every defect, scar, or blemish of body removed--forever.
(c) servingjesuspoetry.com
Unlimited non-commercial usage allowed.