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.

Fearful

 

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.

Wonderful

 

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.

Intentional