In my distress I sat by the waterfall pool. Here, I asked the River of Life to wash away my sins. She said, “I cannot wash away what is not there.” So instead I asked her to being me an abundance of Love and Riches for I felt acutely impoverished. “I cannot bring you that which you already are.” In tears now, I pleaded, “Then show me this as I cannot see it in myself!” She replied, “This I can indeed do. Find yourself a deep, still pool and gaze into the depths of the water until you can no longer see your reflection. It is there you will know your soul.”
I cry for the child who was ignored, and for the baby who wasn’t loved,
Deeply I grieve for her – she, who was never told she was enough, more than enough.
That time after time the message has been you are not good enough, you are not enough,
For what love there was did not include her.
Never was she completely seen for what she is – and Her veiled appearance became her personality,
Too many times he only saw his reflection bouncing back to him; he did not allow himself to see Her,
And so the parts unseen in her could only reflect himself,
No wonder he cannot love Her, for he can only see himself.
Is it possible to love her for who and what she is?
Not to approve of her,
To be acknowledged for who and what she is, not for approval, not for acclaim,