Last week’s poem was the personification of peace. This week is love. Hope you’re well. Thanks for reading.
She always does what’s best for me
her will for my day is the best it possibly can be
her intentions and executions agree one hundred percent
what she does is always what she meant
how I wish I could say the same
for in the deficiencies of our relationship – I am to blame
my distractions preconceptions and biases prevent
proper reception of the messages she sent
she doesn’t give up though even if she’s mad
she believes in me and I am so glad
she’s able to get in and let me know
that no matter what I do or where I go
I’m never too bad too low or too far away
for her to change my night to day
I’m learning to receive what she freely hands out
I find that as I’m able to let go of doubt
there is nothing but sacred beauty in her service to me
and holding on to her I am who I was meant to be
I find what I have had no grasp of
when I let go of me and hang on to Love
