Love-anemic

I have to tell you that suddenly I realized – I AM LOVED-

For years I used this Love. I let it flow through me and gave it forth to child, to friend, to all that needed it. But inexplicably “I” never took from it and so became love-anemic.

I thought myself perhaps “unworthy” ?

When someone said “I love you”, I smiled as if to say , “so nice”, but really never did I accept the cup and drink my fill…not even God’s love in all it’s abundance. I made my own.

I was called “beloved”. BE…LOVED

I felt the warmth of this vibration but never recognized its life-giving force.

Now I KNOW. I have to hold these words in a conscious way near to my heart and learn to believe it. I feel this is a key to the riches unexplored by me, an absolute requisite to know true LIFE.

As a child I knew it- I remember my laughter of JOY, the Purity of tones whenever I sang.Where did I lose this trust in me? I do not know.

Important only is that suddenly I felt its absence…and as I skim over my life I find some many springs of LOVE where I am welcome to quench my thrist…

My God, I do thank you

that you have blessed me so

for

I AM LOVED

Authored by : Wanda Wathen date unknown.

I found this poem today in a file of my mothers. I don’t know when she wrote it, but I found it at just the right time. For me. For you. For everyone.

I love each and every one of you.

Juliana Wathen

@2020