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Imago Dei

by Madison Rohn


From my hair’s fraying strands

to my lens-dependent eyes.

From the cramps in my hands

to the growing stretch lines on my thighs.



My flat feet, my crooked teeth,

even the mole on my shoulder.

All my bones linked beneath

my skin, and its wrinkles when I’m older.



From my mind doomed to spiral,

and my voice deepening when I sing,

to my mouth made to sigh, frown, smile.

An impeccable reflection of my King.


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