Of all the mysteries
Surrounding
Our creator
Our maker
The Lord of the Universe
The one mystery
That eludes me
Most often
Is the way
He seems to
Like
Me
Most days
I barely like
Myself
Tolerate
At best
My imperfections
Strides towards
Total self-destruction
My utter lack of will power
The inability to change
Anything
About myself
To paraphrase
St. Paul
What I want to do
I can’t manage to pull off
What I want to avoid
Seems to drag me into its path
Seems to surround me
All these failures
These terrible character traits
Seem to be enough
To push away
The friends and acquaintances
Who can’t stand loudmouths
Who judge my devotion to God
Who give me the once over
And cast me aside
Like a second from the factory
To be sold at a discount
To the lower classes
The friendless
Not the popular
Or the In crowd
It is no wonder
That my mirror
Is distorted
I see through their perceived
Eyes
No longer a true image
The flaws hide the beauty
No longer optimistic
Depressed thoughts
Drag me deeper
Into the abyss
Of self-criticism
How does the Maker
Feel about the disparagement
Of his masterpiece?
The quirks and imperfections
He so carefully chose
To compliment
The strengths
To build the character
Of his chosen child
His view is also distorted
He is colour blind
To the shades of
The outer shell
The masks
I wear
He sees only the
Heart
The inner beauty
The passions
Emotions
Intentions
Those I love
The traits I wish
I could show the world
I don’t need to hide
From Him
There would be
No point
He’d find me
I’m on His radar
He knows me best
Yet He still
Likes me
In spite of
Because of
The chinks
In my armour
That allow Him
To get inside
To move inside
My soft heart
My desire?
To see
Me
Through His eyes
To know me
Better
As He knows me
To one day
Like myself
The way God
Likes me
June 30, 2009
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