I’ve borrowed from others’ beauty
And I’ve resented not having my own.
And I’ve fished and I’ve watched and I’ve wondered,
What is it like to really be known?
Then I hear it real quiet – a whisper –
A suggestion to play over in mind;
“When you look to ME instead of to them,
MY worth in you you will find.”
Then I’ll think that I’m then on to something
And I wait and I think and I ask
Of the One from Whom these whispers come,
“Is this really a possible task:
To quit wasting the time in wondering
If I’ll ever quit wasting the time?
CAN I be known and live fully contented?
Could I be (I whisper) sublime? “ [sublime – beautiful, morally worthy, complete, excellent]
Now He waits and watches and asks me
With such tenderness it puddles my core, [core – essential part]
“Will you believe it is I Who can love you,
Show you all that I’ve made you for?”
And I nod, though it’s tentative, quiet.
And I slowly sink down to my knees.
And I open my hands, with a smile I look up,
And I give Him my heart…
And receive.
wordskeepmesane 
Beautiful…
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I couldn’t ‘t be more pleased that you think so… Or more grateful that you’ve taken the time to read and respond. Thanks and love to you, Uncle Terry!
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This poem is so incredibly moving. You really bolster my still-burgeoning reintroduction to faith with your poetry. It is a gift you have, and I hope you’ll keep sharing it with others.
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Thanks. Believe me when I (shyly) admit “I needed that.”
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Oh – and I will most assuredly pray for your said “burgeoning… faith.” Thank you for your admission; I don’t take it lightly and believe it to be the absolute most important thing to pursue in anyone’s life. Not the least of which someone like you who has such a beautiful gift of words. How important that the overflow of your heart to the one that speaks be from the right – the only right – Source.
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I meant “overflow of the heart to the pen that speaks…”
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