On this eve of Lent what makes me beautiful

I no longer long for rules
I listen from within

I am beautiful as I see mirrored in me
an image of the Divine

I hear the call of those who have gone before
shrouded, voices dimmed

I dance the song of me
joyous, beautiful, open

I awaken to Beauty that lights the morning sky
and darkens night

I see through new eyes
I Am