If they love you, they love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, a chapter to feel. If they love you they love you in present and past, They will kiss all the hurt till it heals.
If they love you, each scar becomes who you are; A page in your story of life. For love doesn’t see; it feels deep within; Love doesn’t cut like a knife.
Love doesn’t see imperfections, It only feels where love can grow. Love doesn’t go for the taking; Love is the give and the show.
Each weight we hold onto in whispers Can lift like a feather in flight, If we trust in all our imperfect And balance each dark with the light.
Be love, no secret disguises; Embrace every reason you lack; For love can never find you If you’re hiding behind your own back.
Love doesn’t see you as flawless; It sees you imperfectly planned. Love will love you completely When you reach out and hold your own hand.
So love you, love every memory of you, Each wrinkle, each chapter; just feel. Love all you are in present and past, For your love is your love to heal.
In life I have learned not to take things too seriously. The slanderous rumors, the defamation of character, the theft and willingness to keep anything of value from me, life was one of scarcity, trial and tribulation. Friendless, partnerless … and the world did it’s best to break me. You can probably relate.
In my experience, i didn’t take anything too seriously, for to do so would be to relinquish the open mindedness required for solution creation. Or so it felt.
These days folks are going to need to learn to take it a little more seriously. Recognition is afoot. Your essence and effort is noted, and a reward, or new role and compensation may soon arrive.
Teaching the youth, molding minds … it begins with one’s own personal mental and emotional stability. If there isn’t stability, chaos will be the result.
You’re going to need to be an steady now. You’re coming into leadership. The time of childish frivolity may be over, unless it’s recess time. 😉
I’ve been having conversation in my head with the “Essence of my Essence”, the One who gifted me life when mine adversary attempted time, after time, to strip it from me. God. As I know Him.
I woke last night for a late night malted milk ball snack and through my mind ran the words, “Flesh of my Flesh.”