Ugly

Poetry by Annie Haws

I wonder what God thinks is ugly. Would he say that when the rain falls and floods a town Demolishing everything to the ground That it was ugly?

Or would he simply say that it must be this way Sometimes it must rain for us to get on with our days

I wonder what God thinks is ugly. Would he say that the man on the corner Laying on his wife’s shoulder, with no home or food to swoon over Was ugly?

Or would God slowly take away their pain, growing them closer each day

To something they have prayed to gain, “By God’s grace” they would say

I wonder what God thinks is ugly. When you are simply there loving Or chasing that utterly beautiful something I wonder if God sees the ugly as much as we do? We are all so determined to Dictate each other without knowing what we each have suffered through

What if we looked for where beauty grew In the small things

Let that be our new truth!

Ugly is a lie!

Ugly is a lens we humans must not peer through

And I don’t think God thinks anything is Ugly.