I walk slowly.
I look around.
Is anyone watching?
Is there someone
Who will tell the others,
"She's not cool anymore"?
I walk slowly to the door.
I reach up.
I knock.
The door opens,
And there He stands,
Smiling at me.
He says, "Welcome home,
I love you."
And I realize:
It doesn't matter
If the others accept me,
Or if they don't.
Because God accepts me,
Flaws and all.
The acceptance of others
No longer matters.
1 comment:
This is a really good poem! I found out about your blog from susie mag comments. Can't wait intil the sisterhood is ready!
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