I’d like to share something personal to me. That sounds kind of funny to me since these posts are all personal to me.
What I mean is that I recently wrote a poem as a way of ‘feeling my feelings’, which is a profoundly personal experience. In my earlier life I would not permit myself to go very deeply into this adventure, but I now see the wisdom of it.
Here is the poem that came through me.
precious hearts
i want to know
what is love
made of
i wonder
who can tell me
can you
is it possible
that it can be said
with words
or
is it only possible to be felt
with the heart
i wonder
who do I have to be
to understand
how one comes
to feel loved
we are not always
kind to each other
we bend
in the wrong places
and snap
and sometimes
our dreams shatter
into broken pieces
and our hopes
fall by the wayside
left strewn
on deserted roads
when these things happen
how are we to know
we are loved
i want to tell you
what I have found
i have found one
who answers
my questions
a divine one
a collector
of redemptions
a reassembler
of scattered things
one who makes them
whole
a channel
who restores vision
and polishes the mirrors
we use
to see ourselves
a truth teller
who hears
all that we have not
given voice to
i have found
a divine one who listens
to our stories
but
does not believe them
for the divine one knows
they are just
stories
perhaps
the truth is
the divine one
found me
and felt my wounded
heart
and
sang a new song
into me
i believe
the divine one
can do the same
for you
if
you open your precious heart
and
ask to be filled
with love
I hope you find something of value in this and that if you are suffering in any way, that you open your precious heart, so the divine one can sing a new song into you.
😍‼️😍
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Thanks my friend
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