Mere months ago they stood
clad in youthful gowns of pink.
Changed into frocks of green
hiding blemishes and signs of wear.
Buffeted by test and time
they dropped now shabby garments
and today stand naked
exposing all,
waiting for merciful mantles of white
to fall from above.
Sometimes we need to be reminded of how full of blemish we are, hearts that become petty, minds that become selfish. We drop the guise of beauty, we drop the pretense of productivity, we let go the notion of self sufficiency. We stand, naked, before our maker and wait for redemption.
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