Perfection looks so different
as I try it on for size.
I stand before the mirror
and pose with what’s outside!
There are those who’re smarter still,
they’ve learned to use technology
to sketch the ideal pose.
I’ve known those who simply make
perfection stretch o’er that which is.
While others have a loftier goal
and seek to make things hide.
I chose to paint the outside,
with glitter paint so bright,
while inside me I hid and cried,
with my heart all cold and dry.
Then one day I heard the muse,
simply and profoundly say –
perfection’s best is simply met
in grace’s mercy healing stream –
transparently – without a fee.
I’m made uniquely,
there’s really only one of me.
The value found is not in clones,
but in my own delightful joy,
living fully “me” and now made whole.
Author – Bill Tidsbury