Would you love me once you'd seen
That my feet were big and green?
Would you love me if my nose
Was all crooked, bunched in rows?
Could you love the kind of fellow
Who had fingers bright and yellow?
Will you love me when I'm old
And I'm wrinkled, or I mold?
If you can't see past my skin,
I don't want to let you in.
Can you see what's down inside?
Tell me. I don't want to hide.
For the Lord sees not as man sees:
man looks on the outward appearance,
but the Lord looks on the heart.
--1 Samuel 16:7
Poem and photo ©2011 James L. Swindle