WTTH- A Man of Beauty
See the man on the corner,
The one sitting all by his lonesome.
Holding a sign, singing his grief.
A man of solitude.
A man of sorrow.
Why do our eyes turn the other way?
Do you see the girl
Standing behind you?
A simple appearance, nothing of beauty.
Is that all?
All that thought forms,
Inside your head?
Do you take heed of her hurts?
Her bruises of invisibility?
What about the child?
Playing at your feet?
Head to toe in mud he’s covered.
The brown earth his only kingdom.
In scabs he lives,
In boils he breathes.
But none come close
To hear him grieve.
So many like this inhabit our world.
Nothing unique, nothing beautiful,
To draw us close.
Yet they’re as real as we.
All are sick, all are lonely.
All have their own tale of heartache and woe.
Many pretend that it doesn’t exist,
Pushing aside those with sorrows untold.
This is how He came to us.
Nothing special.
Not made of beauty,
Nor robed in majesty.
Despised and rejected,
He sat alone.
A man of sorrows and bitterest grief.
We turned our backs and sharpened our tone.
Yet something about Him drew some close.
They followed and watched
Waiting for a clue
As to what it was
That would not let them go.
He simply loved.
Appearance He looked not at,
Nor wealth and standing.
Patience and kindness, love and discernment.
He knew our hearts,
Our words unspoken.
He gave heed
To those long forgotten.
He walked close to the despised and rejected.
His eyes spoke love to those unloved.
Shudder did He not.
Scorn, a foreign word.
To the vile, He gave His attention.
Despite His appearance,
His demeanor undemanding,
Beauty He became.
Bringing majesty a new understanding.
What is it that causes
You to turn away?
Do you look closely?
Judging wholly?
Why don’t you stop
And turn His way.
For the man on the corner,
Lonely and searching.
The girl behind you,
Invisible and ignored.
The child beneath you,
Despised and forgotten.
You are these people.
The ones we turn from,
On whom no value is placed.
Yet He came,
Ignoring the dirt, our homeless souls.
He became nothing,
He became us,
Offering something for no return.
He brought life to our deadened world.
A treasure beyond imagining.
All we need
Is to stop and look.
To search Your face and find true beauty.
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