I’m OK with Me


Searching for the right one

Is such a distraction,

As in the candy store of childhood there seems to be so many to choose from.


The ancestor me

Where I came from

The struggles of lives long since gone

In far off places

Of which I have no control, but still I appear either strangely annoyed or vehemently proud.

Together make up my DNA


The latest me

Who I want others to think that I am

Strutting around in me fancy new outfit

Whatever that is

Sounding out ‘look at me’ in a visual delight to be celebrated like liturgy

To all my new fans. Thank you for clapping and liking me.


The reflective me

When I noticed I took advantage of others. Despicable me.

Made bad decisions or hurt someone by my actions

My most painful me


The real me

All of them are me.

The good deeds and the bad ones both, like a couple dancing a jig joined and separated, seemingly random but more consistent than we would like to know.

Seeing and noticing loved ones are both made and related, of how God has truly made us all, but, smiling favorably, sprinkled us with Flavoring from His great salt cellar of humor.


Let me give up the search for facts and discoveries

All of which add something and yet confuse me more

And rather look within and without

Not with only eyes and ears

But with agape love of all.

Where the mystery of me begins

And ends in everlasting love.


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