Shhh: Hush, Hush now dear one.
Quiet, all the sadness in thy thoughts
Behold the birth of life blossoming from the rich soil of your mind
Embrace now the rich flowers of God's energy that
Have burst forth to offer you sweet joy
Wondrous and pleasant contemplations
To enrich yet more, the life you share with others
In this majestic garden of consciousness
Listen as it whispers, softly, for your gratitude.
Know now dearest being in this moment of reality
That gratitude is an ever-present mirror which reflects your gifts!
Doeth not thy walk upon the diamond crusted pathway
Of God's gifts of thought and contemplation unto the
Brilliant shining gates of wisdom and understanding?
Not only for all that has been seen before, indeed,
But all that you are gifted to create
If you shall truly believe in God's power in you!
Now look upon this tiny purple flower and consider its complexity, its marvelous minute and tender extents that scream love and splendor from its silent tiny leaves. Imagine what miracle of creation might offer this gift of proof that nothing is beyond imagination. Waste not your gifts in sadness and remorse but commit to believe in your creativity and then Create! Create! Lest thy damn thyself to the solvency of woe, deep forever within the dark, cold, ocean of regret!