I was gazing at your sister,
Marveling at the recent explosion
Of sun-kissed spots on her nose.
Some tiny.
Some full.

Soft brown drops of pigment
Sprinkled across her lightly-tanned face,
Adding subtle character.
So delicate.
So real.

The story of her life
Unfolding in a distinct pattern
On the canvas of her skin.
So beautiful.
So cherished.

Along my freckled face,
Weathered and bare,
I feel the sensation of tears.
So honest.
So true.

Your face, my son, remained spotless.
A unique marking of freckles,
Never to unfold.
Such loss.
Such sadness.

And yet your precious skin,
Now perfect and pure,
Is fully kissed by the Son.
Such anticipation.
Such hope.

   Author: Christina