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     Let me begin by saying
          That I believe myself to be
               The lucky one
                    In knowing you…

~

Often we try to measure our worth
     By deeds done
          Or moneys shared

We look back over our life
     To measure out
          Our goodness
               By the opinions of those individuals
                    We have come across

What’s missing in this approach
     Is a voice of reason

          An unbiased evaluator

     For who but your own dear self
          Knows all that you have consciously done?

What of those you have never met
     Those who found themselves in your presence
          On one occasion or another

               Without your knowing?

What of the energy you shared
     In a room full of strangers
          Where there were those who noticed you
               Without your attention?

     Do they count?

          For how much?

How much is your daydream worth
     In energy
          To those who witness your presence
               Because of the time
                    You stepped out of yourself
               To have an exchange
                    In another realm?

          Does that count?

     Who decides which moments are worthy of note?

Are we really so shallow
     That we would seek to gain points

          As a means to enter heaven?

Is our God one who would ban a child of any age
     From the gates of the holy world

     As a result of

               Not enough points?

I would like to hold a clothe
     That could wipe away such arrogance
          And replace such self indulgence
               With a sense of peace

     Such that the energy wasted
          In this pathetic and
Senseless ego based nonsense
               Could be redirected
                    In an endeavour to create
                         A sense of peace within

For wouldn’t a journey in peace
     Be worth ten thousand meaningless gestures
          Aimed at self-gain?

Let this be your truth

     Let these endless worries about how ‘good’ you are
          Wash away
In a stream of heavenly love and light
     So that you have all the more time to think of others

          Love yourself enough to know
               The heaven you seek
                    Is who you chose to be
                         In your heart of hearts

     For all those you love
          And all those in the presence of love
               Without end

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 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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