My soul said to me,
"You're worth a million dollars."
I folded my arms.
They tried again, with,
"You are perfect, as You are."
I turned: about-face.
With no urgency,
"You are love, and You are loved."
I dropped my head down.
Sadness, Depression,
Is all I know: robbing light,
And covering it up.
Heavy, thick sheets, dank
And dark. This is how I've met
Divinity. Sad.
To turn our backs on
The stuff we want, forever
Wishing it were here:
Saying, "You could have
Come by sooner, dont'cha think?
What's up now? You care?
"What are you doing?
Loving this tormented soul?
Nice try. I'm depressed.
"See, the way I work
Is I rob energy, and
I don't return it."
Divinity met
With rejection: what to do?
How long does it last?
...It's divinity.
Invitations are always
Infinite. Welcome.
Welcome home, dear soul.
Always forgiven, never
Forgotten. Love rules.
Comments