Fixated

She is the gem on its tip.
She hums a melody never before heard,
Never to be heard again.

Her eyes are the shape of cats' eyes
But softer around the edges
and framed with ravens' feathers.
Their coloring is grayish-green
And maybe a streak of blue.
They speak of mysteries and wisdom,
Depth and quietude,
And a paradox: a peaceful restlessness.

A slender neck supports a fiercely
Feminine jaw
On which sits her lips:
Bright, plump, and alive,
Beckoning.

Light brown hair encircles
A smooth, tanning forehead,
Curling around the ears,
slightly tousled.
Dark arched eyebrows
Unveil character and youth.

And her nose,
The symmetry of all of it,
Is plain and uninteresting.
It neither takes away nor adds anything.
But all is well with this;
All the more can the observer
Focus on the lovelier bits.

Straight, white smiles
Cause the corners of her eyes
To crinkle.

Her slightly pointed chin
Points to a slightly curved collarbone
Which is formed like a smooth
Piece of polished wood.

Follow the arms to the hands and there
Will be found one of the loveliest:
Long, slender fingers.
Their every movement is a dance.
A dark freckle above a knuckle.

In modesty, the rest remains secret.
Her body is a pearl, and it waits.
But be assured
That little disappointment
Is to be found there.

She looks in the mirror.
Alone, with no one but herself and her Maker
to admire the creation before her.
She winks,
She laughs,
And she delights
In only herself
And her only Admirer.


I wrote this poem after reading the first chapter of the book Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge, which, in part, talked about a woman's desire to unveil beauty. It's true! I love to feel beautiful and I know that I am beautiful. I also love to unveil beauty via poetry.

This poem is about me. I have described myself. Perhaps it is vain; I don't know. But (at the risk of sounding cliché), I love the skin I'm in! I love the body suit that God has given me as a home for my soul. I truly wish that every woman would be able to write a poem like this about herself. It is right that a woman's desire to be celebrated for her beauty is fulfilled.

I am single and, as you may have read in my last post, alone much of the time. When I feel beautiful, I have to rely on God to be the one to admire me. And he does. And he also gives me the pleasure of having my own beauty revealed to me as well, so that I may enjoy the feeling of knowing I look lovely.

I hope that you, too, will be able to see yourself in this way. Our Lord is good. As we used to say at camp, "God don't make no junk."


God bless.