You are not obliged to be beautiful
You don't have to shine.
Blooming will happen when it happens.
If you can be still for a moment
you might notice that
the roots that feed you
are still reaching silently through the dark.
~ Lynn Ungar in "November" from THESE DAYS: POEMS FOR THE PANDEMIC AGE
You looked with love upon me And deep within your eyes imprinted grace. This mercy set me free, Held in your love’s embrace, To lift my eyes adoring to your grace.