Tall, young, super-fit woman
climbs on a treadmill
wearing a snug tank-top and
very tight short-shorts.
What do I see up high
on the backs of her thighs?
Cellulite.
She doesn’t know it’s there.
A hidden defect.
Like our spiritual defects,
subtle and hidden from our awareness.
Lies, gossip, greed,
manipulation.
Borrowing without returning.
Sneaky, sneaky pride.
Well-meaning friends may point
these out to me.
Praise the Lord!
Show me my errors.
What remains hidden
cannot well be
remedied.
Tell me! Show me!
I’m not afraid to see.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | November 4, 2014
Hidden Defects
Posted in Poetry
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