We pose for each other all the time,
offering our best, our most attractive side,
our best self,
hoping people will like us.
But we’re so many things.
We are quiet and loud and sexy and ugly
and smart and dumb and loving and spiteful.
All of which doesn’t play on camera,
but that’s the thing.
You can tell a contrived image a mile away,
but a shred of honesty
circles the globe.
Show yourself today.
Stay you =)
How far would we go,
how hard would we work,
how much would we give
to possess something real?
Wouldn’t it all be worth it,
to hold, to taste, to keep as a totem
in our pocket something that cannot be taken away?
In this world of sand and glass,
wouldn’t be nice to transcend beyond the illusions,
to kiss the face of God?
o how glorious it would be
to be like the woman who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears,
wiped His feet with her hair,
to then be taken by the hand by Him,
to be lifted up,
to hear our Lord say to His disciples,
“remember this woman, because she really understands
what’s going on. Remember her, for now and for all time,
for she, like me, has died to herself to gain something more.”