Her gnarled limbs have seen her through difficult times.
The sun has shown down on this one longer than most.
It never occurred to her that she’d live this long.

She seems unable to give, but looks are deceiving,
The world dismisses her with narrowed eyes,
What can you possibly offer now, old woman?

Undeterred, she smiles toward the sky.
Planted firmly in the foundation of her youth,
she knows her worth.

This is the one I love the most.
I lean in and press my face next to hers, soft and crinkly.
Her worth is clear, she smells like Jesus.



4 responses to “Worth

  1. Absolutely beautiful. Oh to breathe in the smell of Jesus on the ones he loves and we love,too.


  2. Love this: She smells like Jesus.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s