Standing deeply
before another
one like us
yet
fully themselves.
If we only
knew . . .
We see
not looking
scars
blemishes
faults
annoyances
irritants
differences
appearances
surfaces
If we only
knew . . .
We are
put off
by what we
see
and miss
what we
won't.
If we only
knew . . .
There
standing before us
one of the least
His brethren
A stranger
angel
One who will
never die
Glory disguised
as ordinary
And so we stand -
and so we should -
in awe.
For who knows . . .
. . . ?
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