The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your door, in your mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Takedown the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
