Don’t worry about the direction
ahead, or the matters of the day.
Simply place your hand
on your own heart
and feel the love there – love
that was given long ago
that you may have forgotten.
Don’t be the person who
allows busyness to run
over your life, squashing it
with good intentions, and
all that learned stupidness which
pulls us away from
this preciousness given.
Remember those moments
when God has broken through –
those glimpses when you
knew beyond a doubt that
you are made of the same stuff
as the flowers and trees, and
forever is possible – that
Love is You, and
You are Love.
Let yourself glow, please.
For those who do, are
born in true freedom.
For in stepping aside from
the pettiness of all our
misdirected ways, we can
float like a feather
on the breath of God.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Perfect!
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I love how the tone of the poem carries the energy of the title and then softens up with the reassurance of grace.
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