
Love is an open armed embrace
Of the self by the Self
It is the tender care that affirms
You are important
And have a right to be here
It is the force which allows what needs to flow
From deep down in the soul
It is the acceptance even of what
Aches and is hurt
Love is the awareness
That everything you feel makes sense
And it allows the haunted self to tell its tale
Leaving no stone unturned
That hides those bitter secrets
We most need to unburden
And set free
On the path to live
As the authentic Self
We were always meant to be
You are important and have every right to be here 🖤
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Thank you, beautiful. ❤
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Your first four lines, beautifully entranced me, and had me read the rest of your glorious poem…..well done Deb….
” Love is an open armed embrace
Of the self by the Self
It is the tender care that affirms
You are important”
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What a lovely adjective to describe it, Ivor.
Thanks so much. Did Monty go back home?
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I’ve got Monty until Friday afternoon… Yeah..
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Aww that’s great Ivor. Jasper got a bath today. He hated it and especially the hair dryer. Poor little sausage…. LOL!!
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Haha, Monty came already pre-washed …
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Sweet poetry
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Thank you ❤
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Beautiful words Deborah and very moving 💚
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Bless you Michelle
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