Past the eyes and the skin, bare are these bones
Stained with cracks and bruises, they cry
But you don't hear the sounds they make
Or see the wounds that are waiting to heal
Because they are afraid to show the damage
And hide behind false surfaces
That no one bothers to look beyond
These are some elk bones that've just been laying there for as long as I can remember. I never thought of using them for a photo until now, but I'm really glad I did. I think getting all those scratches and bug bites from laying on the ground was worth it.
Psalm 34:19-20 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all; he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken.