Jan 2013
Love is endless, love is patient, love is free, love is blind.
Above all else, love is merciful and kind.
When you are alone, and there's no one to find.
Please remember that you are loved.
The path of your life is still being made, your trail is still being set.
Your hands will be dry as the heat from the sun and often your feet will be wet.
Alone you will work towards a goal not known yet.
In this time remember that you are loved.
And people will trip you just to get ahead, you know of no one you can trust.
Often it feels like your heart and your soul do nothing but gather some dust.
Overwhelmed you'll feel small as a speck in a gust.
Never forget that you are loved.
The hurt will not own you, you're stronger than that, you know this much to be true.
In the end you'll look back at the things you have made and old will again be made new.
You are greater than you can ever believe, if only you could see what you'll do.
One day, you'll know you are loved.
Above all else, love is merciful and kind.
When you are alone, and there's no one to find.
Please remember that you are loved.
The path of your life is still being made, your trail is still being set.
Your hands will be dry as the heat from the sun and often your feet will be wet.
Alone you will work towards a goal not known yet.
In this time remember that you are loved.
And people will trip you just to get ahead, you know of no one you can trust.
Often it feels like your heart and your soul do nothing but gather some dust.
Overwhelmed you'll feel small as a speck in a gust.
Never forget that you are loved.
The hurt will not own you, you're stronger than that, you know this much to be true.
In the end you'll look back at the things you have made and old will again be made new.
You are greater than you can ever believe, if only you could see what you'll do.
One day, you'll know you are loved.
This poem, to me, means more than anything. This is a pep-talk to myself. I need to remind myself every day that someone loves me; that, if no one else, God loves me, so therefore I must love me too. And you, if you're taking the time to read this, need to remember that you are also loved. And special. And so important. Life is a struggle. The path of life has not yet been laid down for you. You will have to make a trail through rocks, deserts, and oceans of disappointment and overwhelming sadness. When it's all over, though, you will look back on your crooked path and see that each footprint, each step, is filled with intense beauty. Do not give up. You can do more than you can possibly imagine. I believe in you.
