These fuchsia flowers sit

as an offering; I snap 

a picture, admire

the long and lovely blooms, 

but I find myself drawn

to the imperfections; 

nature has its flaws, 

and I count those 

as distinguishing traits, 

just as the lines, folds, 

and hollows we wear 

through our ages, years 

worked out on our faces

by each smile, laugh, and frown — 

those nuanced reactions 

sketch a life lived with passion

amid both tragedy and joy.

Each one of us is a living 

work of art, created and curated 

as a masterpiece by God, 

beautiful from birth  

until the frailty

of a body’s final end —

our glorious beginning 

to an eternal 


—C.L. Fisher, May 2020

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