not for smooth skin, but because we are God's

I looked up into the eyes of an elderly woman today.
I saw depth and light.
As her wrinkled face looked down on mine,
I wanted to keep looking into her blue eyes.
I wanted to hear her life.

"Thanks for coming," she said.
"You're beautiful."


I was thinking the same thing about you.

***
I looked straight into the mirror at my own eyes tonight.
I saw depth and light.
As my face looked back at me,
I wanted to keep looking into my hazel eyes.

I remembered the woman's presence.
(I want to hear her.)

I thought about
beauty, wisdom
youth, aging
living, dying.

***
Some young want their youth forever,
Some old want to take back their youth.

I'll welcome memories and seasons,
they're accompanying wrinkles
and wear.

A body will grow weary
A spirit will grow light.

***

We are beautiful, not for smooth skin, but because we are God's.


Listen!
He speaks, You are Mine.