The Poem of the Dandy Saint

The Creed of the Dandy Saint

(A Poem for the Mirror and the Morning Light)

Before I face the day,

I make my vow:

the inside must always match the outside.

No costume can outshine my truth,

no glitter can hide my grace.

I am art from the inside out—

confidence cut and stitched by honesty.

My heart wears its colors loud,

and my laughter is lined with gold.

I do not dress to impress,

but to express what lives within.

My style is my sermon,

my walk, a quiet hallelujah.

When I shine, it is not to blind—

it is to remind: joy still exists.

My kindness is never performance,

but the silk of my soul,

the true thread that holds me.

I am not hiding; I am revealing.

Spirit has texture—

and I am proof of it.

Each reflection is resurrection,

each glance a small forgiveness.

I am stitched with sincerity,

lined with light,

hemmed in hope,

and crowned in color.

Let my words gleam as my wardrobe,

my choices curve with grace,

my heart stay polished like a shoe

that has danced through every kind of weather.

For the world deserves the best of my soul,

dressed in beauty and in truth.

Amen—

and pass the eyeliner.

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