by Susan Handle Terbay
As I stand in front of the mirror
The bare image isn't that of
the young woman encased inside
but a reflection of a mature woman outside.
I look seriously at this body - this temple
and for the first time
see its beauty.
For years I was made
to feel ashamed to look or touch.
Impure was the soul and mind that
was fascinated with the body.
But now I look upon it
with respect and love
This body created and enclosed other lives
It was a place of warmth,
love,
security,
and nourishment.
This body reflects those sacred moments -
pelvic area with markings of the skin's resilience,
of muscles less taunt,
broaden hips is a cradle now empty.
This imperfect body has opened freely
to love
and gave life
becoming an instrument of God's creativity.
The human souls it has encased
are living proofs of
that God
that love
my love.
I am blest
content and pleased
that it still encases me.
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