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• The Power of Positive
• Fractured: A Poem for Annette
• The Duchess of Something or Other
• My Love Clearly Exceeds
• The Thoroughbred
• What He Meant: A Poem For Heather

What He Meant: A Poem For Heather [download]

She is a pretty woman.
In fact she is the prettiest,
that this or any other man
has had the blessing to be witness.

Maybe she’s a Rembrandt?
Or a Michaelangelo?
But could even those great masters
make such beauty? Surely, no.

While they could work great wonders
with marble, paint and brush,
to call their works “Masterpiece,”
compared to her– would make them blush.

Confronted with her beauty
these “masters” would break down
and along with brush and chisel
fall prostrate on the ground.

“This work is sheer perfection:
the eyes, the face, the chin–
the exquisitely formed muscles–
the flawless smile and skin.”

“There’s never been such beauty–
in my work, your work, or His.
He really far out-shined Himself,
the pinnacle she is.”

Because our world is broken–
(the fallout of the Fall)
everything we see here
possesses some apparent flaw.

But God in His great goodness
wants us in His love to see,
the glory He intended
when He first made man and Eve.

That’s why He gave us Heather,
so we’d know what He had in mind.
While the rest of us look Fallen,
she is God’s original design.