Your skin, dusted with cinnamon and glowing with sunlight,
is precious in His sight.

I won't write a generic poem
seeking approval and attention and
fame and fulfilment.
I have these all already,
given to me by my lord Jesus.

I'm here simply to tell you, you
with your sweaty hands,
your ugly toes,
your bad hair day,
the bags beneath your "washed out" eyes and
the wrinkles above your eyebrow
the too-wideness of your hips,
your broad shoulders,
your pale skin

Yes. You Are Lovely.