All.

Back to good.
Better than that, even.
Hopeful, eyes bright and heart-light,
I turn toward a rising sun.
God, give me strength.
Give me the courage to find love and forgiveness for myself,
To find peace.
Yes, I have had enough.
I draw the line here in the dust,
Between what is and what was
Between myself and I, just behind my own feet.
And in taking the first steps forward,
I find I am getting it right.
Shed of my fear, my hurt, the things I held on to so tightly as if they mattered.
I just wasn't ready to let them go, yet.
Needed a course in ego from an unlikely teacher.
Rent and repaired, whole and perfect,
Shed light on my passion, my offering, my connection with All.
I am God's perfect child.
I have the potential to be powerful, but power only measured by how I lift others up. Measured by how I give.
What I have been given, I shall give.
And how I am loved, I shall love.
What I have been shown, though- I keep close to my heart. It is precious, and secret.
And beautiful.