It is so easy
for us
to lose sight..
of beauty
hidden right
before
our very
eyes.

There’s beauty
in your outermost,
protective shell.
It peels right off
when, lovingly,
you’re being
held.

There’s beauty
of lean body also
in your white..
delicious and
nutritious
to the palette
of The One
concerned with
eating right.

There’s beauty,
rich and yellow,
lastly, in your yolk.
Its flavor always
savored by
my tongue,
each time
you crack
a joke.

The All of it
is beauty..
whether
scrambled,
or hard-boiled,
or over-easy
to be loved..
by hearts
that see
beyond
just white
and black.

Truth is..
Your every color
is God’s miracle.
Whether or not
The Egg
came first
to be the last.