Through the eyes of God I’m privileged to be seen.
I express my deep love and appreciation
For everything in my life. I see where I’ve been
Under the influence of a counter amen,
But at least I’m expanding when all’s said and done.
I’ll get better at keeping my vibration clean.
Thoughts that are undesirable can affect me
In a way that is lethal. I take extreme care
Not to be disappointed. I take no delight
In having to get myself involved in a fight
For my own rights. I do know that life isn’t fair.
Useless then are comparisons, definitely.
Being seen through the eyes of God, I’m not a mess
Of a being conflicted, deranged, and at war
With myself and the world. I am seen as perfect.
Being made by God this is what I would expect.
I’m divinity, thus I am free to explore
Avenues that will lead to ultimate success.
Guilt is so overwhelming. The will to survive
Is diminished, yet there are things I need to do
And to suffer. My karma must catch up with me.
Let this be the only reason I want to be
On this earth a while longer. So, what else is new?
Nothing much except I’ve chosen to stay alive.