Things are Not What They Seem (OctPoWriMo Day 18)

Look Again

You see but skin,

layers of tissue and
blood-tinted pigment,
hair follicles and
regenerating cells--this
coating is,
as in all humanity,
outer uniformity.

Yet inside me, this dull, clay pot,
churns nuclei of uniqueness.
Look again,
deep into the chasm of identity.

You will see soul and spirit,
layers of abilities and
talents, strength in
accomplishment and
failure--this
prime is,
as in all humanity,
God's image. 

On the outside a dull, clay pot,
but on the inside filled with glory.
Look again,
His Light in me is blinding.