The Velveteen Rabbit taught me to be real
That being shabby was acceptable
As long as I was loved
But today my shabbiness is showing
Strings of despair hopelessly tangled
Buttoned eyes that feign sight
Stuffing of my tendered heart
Poking through my coat of rags
I am a tattered rabbit
Worn and stretched
Whole but holed
Patched and threadbare
All I can do in the land of threadbare
Is remember
That I am loved as I am
By the One who stitched me first
Who dared to step from perfection
To earth’s sodden shore
To don the distressing disguise of humanity
To welcome the torment of others’ ripping
To feel the threads of life be torn from His flesh
To become all things Velveteen
So that I could know afresh
In my shabbiness, I am loved
Anyway
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