Welcome to my blogspot!

So this is it! My own blog! On here I have posted several of my short stories, poems, and blurbs from my mind. I hope you enjoy them, but most of all, I pray that in them you may find joy, peace, and direction that can come from God alone. To Him I credit all of these works, for without the Lord, these words would be but meaningless slashes on a page.
In Him,
Coby Shae
"And you are my servant. You have been chosen to know me, believe in me, and understand that I alone am God. There is no other God; there never has been and never will be." Is.44:10

Monday, August 24, 2009

W.T.T.H- A Man of Beauty

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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