Friday, October 16, 2009

I am



Broken, inadequate, scared.

I am complete.


Sad, torn, gray.

I am vibrant.


Unworthy, unable, unnecessary.

I am loved.


Murky, unsure, wilted.

I am pure.


I am the beloved child

of my Father-Mother-God.


I am the pure expression

of life, love, joy - whole and complete.


I am able to face down the evil

that tries to destroy me, convince me.


I am the beloved child of God.

I can hold his hand.