~by Donna L. Ferguson Dudley
The ones unprized, unrealized,
the ones who garner gasps, not sighs,
outwardly ugly or deformed,
oft’ harbor hearts most true and warm.
The hunchback, bullied and despised,
‘hind crooked face and haunted eyes,
and bowed ‘neath hump on crooked back,
has gifts the lovely often lack.
With steadfast ear that yearned to share,
that longed to show how much it cared,
and hand that reached out for connection
and smallest gesture of affection
was life that Quasimodo lived,
and yet he had so much to give.
Too few are those who even try
to look beyond beseeching eyes
of lonely souls, for treasures’ sake,
(to soul to soul connection make).
But when they do, the treasures there
can beauteous be, beyond compare;
‘Tis where spark of divinity’s revealed
to those who look, to see!