Being Real

I pull on Perfection

Arrange Graces around my neck

I check myself, again and again

Holding all in

All that would displease God

It bloats me like an over full stomach

Don’t let it show

I teeter on tippy toe between the day to day stuff

Lest I trip upon a feather

The real, the shabby, the stained

All eventually Falls

I make every effort

To wear a saintly air

To banish selfish thought

To elevate Self

To behave as a Perfect Christian would

In the way I think God expects

I can try to hold it all back like King Canute the sea

But in an unexpected moment there it is

The Honest, Secondhand, me

Halo slips as from that Hill of Pride I fall

Into the grime, Reality Hits

That saintly veil ripped

I smell the rot, feel the slime

Deep in the mud  

Human once again

All that I’ve been running from,

The acrid stench of death’s decay

Seems closer now than Sweet Eternal Bliss

Like it or not I am subject to the Stain

Deep in the Human condition

Unreal is too good to be true….

And sooner or later reality dawns

I am in it whether I like it or not

Up to my neck in weakness

I am flawed

Earth refined, is still earth

I can claim the rights of Heaven

But human nature overrules

Whilst I live and breathe in this world

My compass set to a magnetic North that lands me back to Earth

But then

If I could perfect perfection in my own strength

Would I need a Saviour?

If I can do only Right

How could I ever come to an end of myself?

When would I call upon His name and

Know deep in my heart, His forgiveness

To enjoy that sweet savour of His Grace

Each day begins and ends with God

I sift each moment in between

To extract Golden Specks of Blessing

Opportunities to hear God whispers

Each a new chance to follow His lead

In my eagerness I may run ahead, blind to signs of warning

And find myself once again soiled, covered in grime

I am reminded

It is in Christ my perfection lays

He loves me and through loving Him

Imperfect is made real

If I Love

The Thought,

The Word,

The Deed,

More than I love God

They become the Desires of Heart

And I have sinned

For it is then, that Desire Distorts

Come then to Him, dirty and frail and Let Him Love

Love Him – Love Him – Love Him

Loving Him is all

Return to Him your First love

Stand in Him

Be jewelled in Him

Forgiven in Him

Renewed in Him

Redeemed in Him

Live in Him

And become Real Again

Words and Pictures © Denise Stanford 2010

 

 

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”  

Taken from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

~ by Denise Within the Vine on 07/04/2010.

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