To Be-Long



To Be.
True to my Self
At peace with my Heart
I Bless my struggle

A nod.
 To my limits
Embrace past failures
I Absorb and Become

I am.
True to my Past
Absorb the Now
I am healed, I be-long

We are such creatures of habit, for some of us, change threatens our sense of who we are.  As we grow, we must reflect, and we should have a point of reference to reflect from. My point of reference allows me the freedom to be who I am called to be.  My point of reference is Someone; He is my creator.  He has instilled in me a sense of longing to be loved by Him, he has placed in my heart a knowing that I am being called by Him. I realize that I long to love that Someone. His love heals and transforms who I am. Although I may not be worthy of such love, I yearn for such love. When I freely respond to that longing I know that I belong with Him.
I wrote this poem as I reflected on this sense of longing.

Photo by Zac Cayon 11-22-11