someday, in your most insecure hour,

when you feel like maybe your life

is some sort of a cosmic mistake,

I want you to close your eyes

and imagine that you are holding

your newborn self in your arms.

feel the heat of your baby skin press up

against your present-day bare chest.

notice how your two heartbeats

take turns keeping the rhythm

between the person you were born

to be and the person who you are now. 

if you listen to those two heartbeats

for long enough

you will hear a voice whispering to you

and you will recognize it

as the Voice of Love.  

it is saying:

"you are born of miracle

   to be a miracle

to someday return to miracle"

my love,

in that moment

look down at your

tiny form

while the voice reminds you of your

~worth

~dignity

~significance

~value

~goodness

feel how the doubt you have

in yourself will start to

soften like butter sitting

in the sun.

this plague of insecurity

has been preying on how exhausted

this modern world makes us all feel.

but - it has one weakness:

  our lives

(however we got here)

are a miracle

and if we try our best to honor

the marvel of our existence

our insecurities will have

no choice but to let

go of our singing throats.

~ no, it won't happen right away

but the more time you spend

with your newborn self

listening to the Voice of Love

you will remember

what a wonder child

of creation you have always been.

~ john roedel