Not far from ordinary.
Defined as unusual,
Or should whom be the inquiry
Of the mediocre?
Self designated judges?
By whose definition?
To be marked as quite obscure?
Unfair and unabridged
Manipulation of power!
Raised up high by whom?
Only foolish self- glory,
Apparently frivolous
In understanding value.
Excellence is inward,
Virtue radiates from within.
Worth is to be merited,
Not debased by apathy,
Or diminished by hate!
Categories created.
By whose standards, or
Authority for judgment?
Distortion of image
In a reflected mirror
Convex and deformed,
Bulging an outward disgust,
Is Obviously unseen,
Because that’s not God perceived.
Who then, defines who?
“You’ll know a tree by its fruit,”
The good we can see,
The bad only ill effect.
Discern, do not judge.
It’s as simple as that.
The ordinary may seem dull
Compared to what’s perceived,
With eyes that only desire to
judge falsely and to be seen.
Turning hearts toward empathy,
And doing unto others,
Reflects true beauty within.
Call me ordinary
Call me mundane
I am proud to stand in the crowd
With the plain.
What others don’t see
Are the crowns on our heads,
Beauty from ashes, and
White robes which were red.
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