brings the hope of glory
to our poor human bodies.
We must never hate ourselves
over any physical imperfection,
or any mark of affliction
borne upon the body.
We must not be anxious
for the young brief beauty
that passes away.
It is our very own flesh
that has been loved,
and that is destined to shine,
white with the brightness
of Love's fire.
Let us be good to ourselves,
and to one another, for we are loved
and we are wanted...forever.
