Blessed Arithmetic

a freeverse poem by thinkcarebelieve

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Standing in a babbling creek, feeling the flow of rushing cool water over my toes.

Anything weighing heavy on my Soul lets go and is carried away by the cheerful current into distant memory.

I relax into the moment, lighter, brighter.

My heart beats a rhythm of gentle transcendence.

Because I stopped being ashamed and blamed and looking for excuses, I rise.

I allowed the process of my own transformation to occur, and I stepped through the frame.

Because I let go of fear and took courage, I grew.

It feels right, it feels good, relief, success.

I don’t miss my old companions, the worry that hounded me.

They served their time, but this NOW is mine.

I take the hand of my blessed destiny being extended out to me.

My heart swells, because I believe in many cherished days of blessed arithmetic.

And my Soul smiles Yes.