“Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:  the truth more first than sun, more last than star…”

– e.e. cummings

It isn’t what I say, although it brings kind words to my lips and tender reassurance spoken in times of need or sorrow.  It is not my courage, although it lies beneath the surface and tells me there is nothing to fear.  It is not my endurance or perseverance, although it often allows me to stand in the face of someone’s anger and have no need to retaliate in kind.  It is not something I do that changes the world, although it has made me who I am and sends me out to continue what it has created.  Although my days here are limited and my body will fade and die and return to the earth, it will go on — in all I have said, in all I have done, in the quiet moments of calm amid the storm, in the trail of beauty I leave behind.  Love.

In all I do or say today, may the Love that endures inspire my words, uphold my desire to build rather than destroy.  May it encourage me, when I feel very small and insignificant, to know that although my own actions cannot change the world, they do add to a greater sort of action that will go on building and changing and creating long after I am gone.  Love.

There is healing that each of us can bring to our world.  All we need to do is be true to our birthright.  All we need to do is acknowledge our Source.  We are Love.  All we need to do is to be ourselves.  Love.