Messed Up, Beautiful, Child of God

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going to heaven, we were all going direct the other way."

                                                                                                     Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

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life happens

life is

confusing at best

am I coming?

or going?

am I good, or bad?

strong, or weak?

am I heading into heaven,

or into the great nothing?

is there a place I belong,

or am I doomed to perpetual longing?

what is true

and what is false?

about the world

about me

about the Sacred One?

or is it, perhaps

all true

I am wise and foolish

good and bad

strong and weak

I am headed to the clouds

and sliding into the fire

there is only one sure thing

this lovable disgusting loving hating

doubting, believing hoping despairing

saved cursed being

carries Sacred Presence

knows Sacred Love

is

a messed up beautiful

child

of God