When I Was Beautiful--Guest Post by Beth English
I read this beautiful poem by my friend Beth English on the Cru Global Staff Women site. It touched me, and the number of comments indicated many were affected by it. Since all of us keep adding to our years, I thought you would love to read it. May it be just what you need today.
Grandmama,” she says,
Unearthing a photo of me when I was sixteen,
Her blue eyes sparkling,
Blonde hair floating about her shoulders,
Sunkist cheeks flushing pink,
“You used to be beautiful then!” “Then?" I think, “Then?”
But say instead, “you think so?”
“I know so!” she saysIn that definitive little way of hers
As if she has the world figured out–Daring it to deviate from her determined point of view. “Then?” I think, but do not say,“ Then I was beautiful?
“What do you know of beauty?”
Me at sixteen,
An unlined, unblemished faceIn an artificially arranged
Studio with soft lighting? I tell you, my girl,
I am more beautiful now than I ever was,
With my soul worn down, smooth and resilient,
Like the soft blue jeans you always wear,
Like supple leather pounded with rubber mallets
From worries I could not stop
And storms I couldn’t control
Soothed only with the peace
Of God’s presence
And empathy. I am more beautiful now than I ever was.
If I were a rose I would be a Queen Elizabeth
Full of scent and elegance.
If I were a tree I would be a towering redwood
With roots that go deep.
If I were a voice,
I would be a whispered caress.
If I were a stone,I’d be the solid foundation of a home. I am more beautiful now than I ever was.
I am enduring, I am weathered,
Rounded as river stones from a swift current,
Hammered, hammered flat as silver
By my mistakes and
Tempered by tragedy,
Softened by storm,
Kneaded by need
To the Potter’s pliable clay. If I thought you’d listen,
I’d tell you the way to become beautiful
Would be to let the storms rage,
To fix your hope on the lighthouse,
Shining in the worst of weather,
And to let life’s arrows pass throughYour quivering body
Knowing He will heal you,
Even when you think it is impossible.
Though you would hear
You would not listen,
For these are the lessons
You must teach yourself. Have you ever smelled a scarlet rose the very day
Before the petals fall?
Eaten a peach at its ripest,
Juice dripping down your chin?
Tasted a wine
Mellowed to perfection?
This is the fullness of time, my dear.
I am there
And I am beautiful.
Beth English has served on Cru Campus staff for 42 years--her first job was working with me in Publications. She served with her husband, David, for seven years in Eastern Europe. They have been married for 40 years, and have 4 adult children and live in Springdale, Arkansas. She writes and speaks on Emotional Developmental Stages of Women’s lives and she enjoys speaking at women’s conferences. Her favorite books are her Bible, a huge dictionary and the Complete Word Study Bible.