Where did you ever get the idea
that you are not enough that you are
not measuring up to the
yardstick of perfection?
Does your heart not beat with
Great Love in your chest,
tireless, dependable, and in
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.