“Same Old” – a poem by Gregg Hake
The same old stars
The same old sky
The same old fears
Doth love unbar.
Yesterday’s post pointed to the power of love. It’s true that perfect love casts out all fear. I guess the operative word to us all is perfect.
The “same old” is a great way to describe the limitations of our own consciousness that keep us separated from the limitless expanse and perfect sanctity that the spirit of love so graciously awaits to share with us. Love doth unbar, and the angels’ song of celebration is heard!
Love does open treasures of seeing new lights, new possibilities and new confidences. Love refreshes!
Very nice. Thank you.
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When you first meet a limitation – and I guarantee you will encounter at least one today – ask yourself first (before passing judgment!) “What is the most creative and productive way I can handle this?”