Twisted and gnarled
Blemished and stained
Ugliness is your beauty
Imperfection your elegance
Dismembered and disjointed
Arms frame God's seascape
And form pathways for those
Who call you home
Bumps and crags
Become beauty and function
In you old tree
Is it true for me?
Sunday, August 03, 2008
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