Saturday, February 28, 2015

Three thoughts



I'm a weird bird with no pretty plumage
and hard to love
But you do. 
And every time you say I love you
I'm surprised anew.
Why is it so hard to believe
We are loved?

In my believing moments
I want to tell my children
God is like a mother.
Because love I have learned.
Love surpasses.
But I am a child
with fears inside,
and many moments
when I hide.
The heart is small,
with achy bits,
but the heart has power
that goes beyond
the fear and pain,
and always returns
to Love again.

What's the point in walking around
Keeping in shape
Taking care of myself 
-I'll do it for the ones I love!
But you will lose them
-I'll never forget how I loved them!
But you may grow old and forget.
-But this one thing will be true forever:
I LOVED I LOVED I LOVED

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