Musee d'Orsay
Henri Chapu
Joan of Arc at Domremy

You saw love

I saw folding breath

And walking death

You saw a path of promise

And of hope

While I only felt

I couldn’t cope

You saw beauty and grace

I focused on wrinkles

And my blemished face

You treasured my gifts

And my feeble attempts

As success

I just saw the mess

Open my eyes

Let me see your delight

And give up self-loathing

And feeling uptight

Let me bask in your goodness

And in bubbles of joy

Break off the obsession

As your grace you employ

9/12/2014 Laurie Stasi


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