Love washes over my ugly places,
Replaces them with beauty,
Fills them in like a magic coat
Of satin on a painting left undone.
It shades me in and colors me,
Gives me dimension and texture,
Finishes my scars and places
Left broken down.

And carefully, and tenderly,
Love wraps me up and hides me,
Carries me off to the one true place
Where I can be myself.
And there, in the midst of exquisite glory,
Time stops
And allows me
To see myself as Love sees
The finished me.

-jenn