What if the words
YOU ARE LOVED
went down deep inside
if you swallowed them
and they became part of you?
What if you camped on those words?
Allowed them to soak in every part of your life?
How different things would look.
Not nearly as scary or depressing.
You'd have more compassion spilling out to others
because you'd have nothing to prove
no pretense
no fear.
And yet you are loved
whether or not you chew and taste
and fall back in the grass bloated with those words.
Oh, God,
help us to hear that whisper.