Counterfeit
Cast this selfness out of me, and mar
Me in Your form, that Your hard image raise
Its shining face, and mine, Almighty, raze;
Impressive and impressing Lord of art.
I ring untrue and hollow, like false coinage
Shaped from drossy silver, less than gold,
Slipped from Your saintly pocket-holes,
Creative and creating Lord of change.
Trodden, trampled, mired under shoes,
I lie effaced and formless, waiting grace:
Your crushing fingers and embossing face,
Renaissance and rebirth Lord of new.
Though my metal cannot bear Your weight,
And though it slay me, stamp me with Your shape.
~ Sørina
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