The outside is frayed
Sometimes we see this
As an extension of our inner being
Wearing a smile to counter our appearance
Comparing ourselves to those “above”
And falling short
Because we look on the outside
Can we turn it inside… out?
Spend more time cultivating kindness
Than shininess and spotlessness?
The down and dirty love
Didn’t mind being born in
An animal trough
But I’d rather eat from fine china, thank you
Why do I care about the look of the mug
With which I drink this thing called life?
My mug may be plain
But it contains the same
Sacred gift we’ve each been given
So, I ask again: Why
Does it matter if one drinks
From a gleaming cup and one
From a plain one?
We all get to drink!
And He said clean the inside of the cup
Don’t worry about polishing the outside
He said people look at appearances
But the Important One looks at the heart
A fresh start
I can breathe in this wind
And begin again
Thankful to be me
Don’t mind the scratches on my knee
None of our facades will matter
Comparison will scatter
As we gaze upon the One
With true beauty
And today, I want to look upward
And outward, confidently
Being changed from glory to glory