Tag: poetry

  • Love-anemic

    Love-anemic

    I have to tell you that suddenly I realized – I AM LOVED-

    For years I used this Love. I let it flow through me and gave it forth to child, to friend, to all that needed it. But inexplicably “I” never took from it and so became love-anemic.

    I thought myself perhaps “unworthy” ?

    When someone said “I love you”, I smiled as if to say , “so nice”, but really never did I accept the cup and drink my fill…not even God’s love in all it’s abundance. I made my own.

    I was called “beloved”. BE…LOVED

    I felt the warmth of this vibration but never recognized its life-giving force.

    Now I KNOW. I have to hold these words in a conscious way near to my heart and learn to believe it. I feel this is a key to the riches unexplored by me, an absolute requisite to know true LIFE.

    As a child I knew it- I remember my laughter of JOY, the Purity of tones whenever I sang.Where did I lose this trust in me? I do not know.

    Important only is that suddenly I felt its absence…and as I skim over my life I find some many springs of LOVE where I am welcome to quench my thrist…

    My God, I do thank you

    that you have blessed me so

    for

    I AM LOVED

    Authored by : Wanda Wathen date unknown.

    I found this poem today in a file of my mothers. I don’t know when she wrote it, but I found it at just the right time. For me. For you. For everyone.

    I love each and every one of you.

    Juliana Wathen

    @2020

  • Living this daydream…

    Living this daydream…

    This is a piece of me.

    For you.

    For the Earth.

    For Sky God.

    For the underdog.

    Give us what we need.

    Give us nothing.

    For in that nothing

    we find what fills us.

    Within life.

    Within death.

    Our peace is coming

    it is heaven sent.

    Peace in me.

    Peace in you.

    Living this daydream.

    For I Am.

    -Truth

    I received this poem as a gift from Derrick the Poet at the San Marcos Farmers Market. He asked me for a word. I gave him “Peace” and in few minutes he had typed out on this old style ink ribbon, hammer style pink typewriter, a poem just for me. I choose to share it because it is for us all.

    I love each and every one of you

    Juliana Wathen

    @2020