Every part of life is Love
Hard to understand when the Love Hurts
Hard to understand when the Love leaves bruises on flesh and hearts
Yet those are the tough kinds of Love
The ones where we are taught lies
So that we can find our own Truths.
We become archeologists
Sifting through the debris of our pasts
To find the parts of ourselves we buried.
Within each lie there is a hidden gem
Hold it up to the light when you find it again
There you will find the truth in the lies &
The grace in the suffering
You were Love and you were Loved all along.
Just as the crucible smelts ore into usable metal,
The fires of transformation shape us
From raw materials into something greater
All through Love we become our Greatness
Even when it seems we are surrounded by darkness.
See also: The Spiritual Foundry