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Your Glory

Dark and early in your story

someone fearful of your inborn glory

buried it behind your house, and you,

innocently, and wise to save yourself

from their greater wrath,

believed its absence.

It’s not a pompous glory, ostentatious

or insistent on regard, but sure and quiet

as a wildflower’s, asking nothing.

And so you’ve lived—so have we all—

without it, your heart shoveled over

with self-doubt and apology, as if

you have no place or voice here

among angels.

We see you in the cripples who flocked

to Jesus, the mute, the paralyzed,

bent over, shut out, gone mad.

And all he meant to say was this:

you shine. You bring a gift

as no one else, and you belong.

Your Word deserves a hearing,

and this world needs your beauty

and your grace. There is no rank

you fall below, no worth you fail to match.

You shuttering was evil, and God

wants it undone, and wants you whole.

And so she takes you by the hand

and raises you to stand, to walk, to speak.

She listens to your song with joy.

She rains upon the earth

until you are unafraid of your radiance

and all our houses are surrounded by wildflowers.

used with permission

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

www.unfoldinglight.net