Clothed in frailty;
Creeping ill.
Bathed in softness;
heart-strong still.
Pain elicits tend'rest love
Evokes a depth of aching care
and chance to see rare beauty
Not clothes, nor face, nor hair
But well-spring deep within
Exuding grace and peace
Inviting us to share the space,
and cease pursuit,
and dwell
where truest beauty shines its face;
Where lives and spirits interlace
and worldly cares dispel.
Here yield and melt
into God's loving arms.

Geoff Bateman