We reject pain,
but how
that rejection
— that indominatable spirt
to thrive against loss,
creates the most
beauty!
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
We reject pain,
but how
that rejection
— that indominatable spirt
to thrive against loss,
creates the most
beauty!
At any point
we can look
around us
and find
failure, shortcomings,
loss, and dead dreams,
but we should always
look again,
for those
are only stones
scattered
around the flowers
of love, grace,
triumphs, and hope,
and these vibrant
blossoms
are worth admiring.
A powerful freedom
exists in knowing
that your identity,
your unchanging essence,
and your inextricable value,
do not rest
in production,
so whether you produce
triumphs or failures
or nothing at all,
you remain
as richly radiant
as you always have.
Shame
is a burden
so heavy,
you cannot
move forward
while you carry it;
it’s hard enough
to walk
when you’re
confident
in your steps —
how can we
expect to
move at all
while we look
backward?
(How do you overcome times of shame?)
Consumed by deadlines.
Buried in unmet dreams.
Burdened by rejections
that press me farther downstream.
From beneath the water,
I greet the stones with a grin,
for it takes water in your ears,
to hear the voice within.
The Whisperer makes to speak,
and tells the wearied me,
that the things for which I labor
hold not my identity.
The essence, the potentialities,
the soul, and the heart,
your daily triumphs and your failures
hold not even part.