I’ve done nothing wrong. But I can’t find my way home.
Blind Faith
I am on my feet. Walking a deliberate step, as a newfound wayfarer.
But I confess that I do not know this land. That I have lost my bearings. That I am ill-prepared for entry into a New Earth.
All that I once knew, I know no longer.
I am not wise.
Life, please take my hand.
Show me the way to leave behind this tumult and turmoil.
Fortify me with vigor. To release my struggle with outgrown identity — striving to be a ‘she’ who I am no more.
I-do-not-look-that-way-I-do-not-act-that-way. I have ceased to live there. It is not my place.
I am so weary.
Life, allow me …
To give it up – to let it go. To come undone.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Permit me to rest. To inhabit your peace.
Comfort myself with the sufficiency of right now.
Life, please steady me while I weep for all that has been lost – as I reach out to pluck what is growing anew.
Inspire and vitalize me to birth all of my capacity to cherish. To each heart, a scoop of that holy nutrition.
May the native humility that dwells within light my way.
Headwinds becoming tailwinds. As I turn my back on what has ceased to serve you, blessed Life.
May we walk together, side by side.
Each in service to the other.
Forever, amen.
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.
Abraham Lincoln
Today, I decide to let go. I let go of my grasp on people, things, thoughts, feelings, expectations and outcomes. Letting go sets me free to accept that life is just as it is meant to be. An experience full of open spaces for new outcomes, new opportunities and new possibilities.
Emmanuella Raphaelle
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