The Magic That's Within

    Over the last week or so, I have been taking the time to internalize what had originally felt like two truths that could not be reconciled. I may have experienced trauma in my past but I am still a loved and lovable. I may have gone through heavy storms but I am still a sacred and beloved child of God. Until recently, I could not accept both as simultaneously true because my human consciousness has obviously thought that if I were all of these good things, then my outer world would have reflected that. It has believed that the past trauma was clearly proof that I am not loved or lovable, sacred or divine. Now I am beginning to accept the veracity of both. It has been very challenging because it is a lot like trying to believe in Santa Clause again after learning he isn't real. On the plus side of that statement; imagine how joyous an experience it would be to believe in magic again.

I am learning to believe again
in the magic that's within.
I'm starting to see the signs,
that I am, in fact, divine.

I am learning to believe again
in the holiness within.
I'm starting to see a trace,
of my own indwelling grace.

It has taken me a while
to find a way to reconcile
that though I've walked through darkness,
I am not the dark;
that though I've been through many hell-scapes
I am not the flames.

It has taken me a while
to find a way to reconcile
that though I've walked through storms,
I am neither
the furious wind
nor the hammering rain.

I am learning to believe again
in the magic that's within.