My Divinity

I’m breathing

But am I living?

Do I wake up each morning ready

for the unpredictable opportunities of the day?

When a new door opens, do I step through?

When a window closes, do I face the challenge with acceptance and gratitude

of forces and higher purposes that I cannot yet understand?

Can I step out of my perception of what I should be,

and just ... be?

Am I able to recognize the unconscious thought

and exchange it for wisdom?

Can I find what I’m searching endlessly for

within myself

and within selfless, pure-intentioned actions I take?

When the clouds roll in and the skies darken

do I trust with complete surrender

My guiding light, my higher consciousness

To show me the way

and love me when I am alone?

Today I am breathing

and with this divinity

I am living.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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