What it Means to be Redeemed
This body, this sacred vessel, is my medium.
It has carried me through rough water and
refused to give up, refused to turn back,
refused to believe my no was the final answer.
This body is my work of art. The sculpture
from the marble, tossed away and reclaimed.
Flawed, yet radiant. Chipped but not broken.
Elegantly graced.
This body loved me through my hatred. The
years I despised and abused it. The continuous
denigration ~ waiting patiently as Jesus for
me to see it in its loveliness.
If angels pray for us to realize our glory
their hearts must sing, when we come to
claim our own perfection.
This body, this crucible of praise, returned
from her quest with the treasure, now guards
it with her life. Praise the returning; the new
vision, the new wisdom, the fullness of
integration. Have faith in the alchemy, and believe the
revelation.
LBM 2/26/2023 (i want this single spaced in verses. I don’t have the skills, apologies)
