Behold My Countenance
Behold my countenance*:
indeed a transparent canvas
ready to project
heart’s kaleidoscopic iridescence…
Hence, with blessed decades of life exposure
it is not reluctant to expose soul’s woes
never concealing irksome warts
along struggles to remain calm and dignified
but verily impossible;
moreover, those peering wrinkles
with assertive frowning marks
expose human nature’s response
to frustration-caused despair
and distress attacks;
then the blemishes lurk
behind weariness angst
as well as misery turmoil.
This visage, however…
is dominated with laugh lines
highlighting girlish grin
and now, womanhood chuckles
evidencing spirited mirth
of laugh-out-loud exuberance.
Best of all, is this facial distinction-
(aside from dimples catching attention)
remarkably an asset, testified by onlookers:
the contagious radiance of faith’s bliss
overpowering forlorn disposition
vanquishing enigmatic smile
while defying hypocrisy’s conceit
after confessing vexation-show.
Lingering --- even midst coffin viewing
and toward eternity…
…my face, I pray, will exude
perpetual earnest gratitude-glow
of beauteous serenity
as valuable masterpiece
constantly restored and
unceasingly revived by
the great Painter of my existence:
God Almighty!
Proverbs 15:13 A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
December 19, 2019
1st place, "STRAND SELECT 6, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/8/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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