The world was created,
and before me there was love,
and after me there will be love
so what will I do in between,
with this single life I have been given?
Will I be ferociously courageous?
Will I make waves and make amends?
Will I stand on the edge of the unknown and feel frightened down to my toes
but do it anyway?
I pray so, I pray so,
even when weary and worn,
with light carrying me on the gravel road
from here to somewhere I can’t see.
Be my eyes and my hands
so I can lead with my spirit,
so I can follow where the fresh air goes.
Because before me there was love,
and after me there will be love,
and my goodness, with all the might I know,
I will hold that birthright close to my chest,
forgive the (un)expected insanity of this beautiful mess of humanity,
and be the love I was blessed to inherit,
Your Higher Self