Where did you ever get the idea

that you are not enough that you are

woefully inadequate,

not measuring up to the

yardstick of perfection?

Does your heart not beat with

Great Love in your chest,

tireless, dependable, and in

Perfect Alignment

With the heavens above

and the earth below

braced by the sails of your lungs

which are made and set by a Genius?

Dear heart, don’t ever think of yourself as

Anything less than enough

and succumb to the folly of smallness.

Lay your ear to your chest

in quiet supplication

for your baptism

among the stars.