Inspired by Ephesians 2:10 and dedicated to all the wonderful women... HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
I looked at my hands, freshly manicured,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to extend help and its real beauty
Lies in how many people I have ever helped."
I looked at my feet, freshly pedicured,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to reach the unreached and its real beauty
Lies in the extra miles I have ever walked to lift the fallen."
I looked at my face, as I stained my lips a shade of pink,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to utter words of wisdom and to smile and its real beauty
Lies in the enlightened words and smiles that I have ever shared."
"Am I beautiful?" I pondered.
Maybe I have a heart filled with love
But if it has never been able to love
Is it love, at all?
And as I stand before the mirror
All dressed up for a fancy party
Everything fades - the manicured hands, the pedicured feet, the pink-stained lips,
And all that remains, is a blank canvas
Beckoning me to paint it with all the goodness
I am created for.
Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2015-03-09 at 07:47
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A REALIZATION!!!
I looked at my hands, freshly manicured,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to extend help and its real beauty
Lies in how many people I have ever helped."
I looked at my feet, freshly pedicured,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to reach the unreached and its real beauty
Lies in the extra miles I have ever walked to lift the fallen."
I looked at my face, as I stained my lips a shade of pink,
"It looks beautiful," I thought.
And then a realization dawned:
"It was created to utter words of wisdom and to smile and its real beauty
Lies in the enlightened words and smiles that I have ever shared."
"Am I beautiful?" I pondered.
Maybe I have a heart filled with love
But if it has never been able to love
Is it love, at all?
And as I stand before the mirror
All dressed up for a fancy party
Everything fades - the manicured hands, the pedicured feet, the pink-stained lips,
And all that remains, is a blank canvas
Beckoning me to paint it with all the goodness
I am created for.
Poetry by Amy Valentina
Read 864 times
Written on 2015-03-09 at 07:47
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