Ruby was better at ballet
At festival she danced
The judges nodded approvingly
and she hoped to win.
She sat in the audience
while other performers took their turn
And witnessed Sarah dance
as Ruby had never dreamed
Possible. Marveling at Sarah's skill
Ruby knew she could never match
Such perfection! Her face flushed―
what had all her work and training been for
Knowing she would never reach such heights herself?
Ruby looked to the right and left at others watching
Politely in the auditorium. Their faces showed
they were oblivious to the level of beauty
Sarah displayed, her gift all-but-wasted
on their untrained eyes.
The music ended and Sarah's feet rested.
Ruby's resentment transformed
Into joy as she gave a standing ovation
in worshipful tear-stained awe.
Her years of training and sacrifice
had not led her to being the best
But to appreciate the genius of she who was―
as only a fellow artist could.
Ruby grew to womanhood
and remembered this lesson:
Practicing to become like Christ
was not about being the best, oh no―
But to behold His infinite genius and grace
as only a fellow artist can.