Blessings

Have you ever felt so blessed, so happy, so content,  that you feel this little nagging doomsday insecurity tapping you on the shoulder? Go away you say. Life is good .... I am happy ... and you banish the thought from your mind. Whenever he sits on my shoulder, I read this poem and relax.

PLACES of the HEART

So often in our search of the heart, we feel confused and lost.
Each of us looks for love ... that tender touch of grace that fills us.
It's in all the story books.
It's as old as creation.
It's all around us.

We may touch upon what appears to be the feeling,
as we travel through our lives
but often, as is the case with all things in time
appearances can fade, and we are once again in search.

Throughout our search ... we bend and mold
trying so hard to find what it is that makes us appealing to others.
often losing sight of who we are.
Such a loss that is.
Losing our own identity for the sake of another.

More often than not, it was who we were, that was the attraction.
However, we forget that over time
and expend enormous amounts of energy searching
and we become lost in the changes of time
and lose our way
searching for all the wrong things.

In the gentle passing of time alone,
we begin to discover ourselves.
We no longer have to please anyone else.
We no longer have to fret over who is looking.
We find we're right back at the beginning.
We are ... WHO we were.

Hopefully ...
stronger, wiser, and more content with ourselves.
Assured of the quality within ourselves.
And knowing ... regardless of all else,
we are always the one who will be there.
When all else fails ... and in the quiet of the world,
when we need someone to rely on
we can say to ourselves THERE IS ALWAYS ME !!!

And just when we thought we should give up the search
for this enigma of love
it creeps up on us ... flitting through our world
as delicately as a butterfly in flight
as gently as a soft breeze
as sweet as the fragrance of wild flowers
as quietly as the setting of the sun.

We find ourselves in the midst of the most amazing creation.
It is a touch of grace.
It is the knowledge that we are loved.
Not the "passing fancy" love,
not the love that roars like a fire, necessarily.
(which usually dies out as rapidly as the flame burst forth)

But instead ... we find ourselves in peace
we find ourselves in a haven of gentility and quiet.
We realize that we are loved.
We know the joy of having been touched by grace

We are loved for who we are
not for something someone else needed to create
not because we fit someone's mold
but because we are strong enough to be who we are
and loved because of that.

Copyright © 1998 by Cougar Vision

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