by Glen Martin Fitch
“I am.
And I am love.
And I am near.
You have a mission to fulfill,
or fight.
The "What?" or "When?" or "Why?"
you needn’t hear.
When stymied, stop, and pray.
You'll know what's right.
I also promise you:
You will not face more grief
than you can stand.
Yes, pain's your lot.
Mistakes are how you learn
You can embrace your tasks
You are that strong,
though fear you're not.
You doubt me
Every hurt seems my betrayal.
You think me angry.
Dread I wish you ill.
Before you were,
I loved you,
And I will forgive you, too,
before you fail.
As I forgive,
forgive--yourself.
Be true to Love.
And love yourself,
as I love you. “
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011