A poem written by my brother last night in response to my post yesterday.
THE WAY YOU ARE
I know the digging
The broken fingernails
The frantic scratching
Hard earth, sharp stones
Can’t stop you
Knowing you’re almost there
Where the answer will lie like a glowing light
Buried and hidden from sight
You’ll go all the way to China
And backYou will break your back
Break your shovels
Break some hearts
Before you will ever find
The broken part of you.
You have found the wrong question
And can’t put it away
Turning it over and over in your handA shiny coin, an illusion
That you’re mind can’t let go of
Watching it turning, turning
Hypnotized to the soft seductive message
Etched on the metal
“What’s wrong with me?”
It’s a fool’s gold
You chaseI know the search
I love your journey
You will find some answers
But not this truth…
You’re perfect
Just the way you’re supposed to be
Why can’t that be enough
Why can’t you, any of us, come to a place of peace
A place of rest
In that.You’re perfect, just the way you are
And there’s no one else like you.- JLG (James Lawrence Grady)
JLG is amazing! I love this, and he has a point. Why can’t that be enough? I ask myself this same question much too often!
Yes… he sure is- as are you… uniquely amazing. XO
Beautiful M & J. So wise. So true!
You. are. perfect.
just the way you are.
I am reading James’s poem again and love it even more the 4th time.
I want to ask him if I can share it on my blog.
It’s so relate-able.
For each and every one of us.
Truly divine.
Lou! He would be HONORED- want me to get the ok? XOXOXO
Yes I would love that! Thank you. Xo
I love this poem… what I marvel at is the journey Jim put words to so beautifully… digging deeply into our individual journeys to circle around and around the one inevitable truth, if we are willing to simply settle in this one truth beyond all of the illusion that we heckle with, that we are indeed perfect, we are enough; when all is said and done, dreamt up or burned down, homeless or castled… none of that defines whether we are perfect or not. It’s inside each of us, there all this time, waiting to be known. We are a crazy bunch, aren’t we!?
Thank you Jim, for sharing your brilliance with all of us.