i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

a beauty you see from afar,

that draws you in for a closer look

and upon a near examination

become struck by a realization of the fragility, intricacy and simplicity

in my being but marvel at the craftsmanship of the work.

a sturdy trunk with roots deep set

into the ground and branches spreading out and up,

pointing to the one who did it all

and you, you'll see

in me.

the glory of He that first created,

that made me beautiful and made me strong.

this is really what i want.