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One Boat

 

                         A reflection
   

We must tread lightly not to disturb the waters.

Ever person has a ship.

Everyone believes they can paddle towards the other side.

It is easy to say we believe in someone,

But this is not enough when that person has lost belief in themselves and thinks everyone feels this way about them.

Sabotage is a habit,

when all we know of self worth is lack., substance takes over our spirit.

A moments pleasure takes over our lives.

Craving eventually kills. Clipping the wings of hope and spirit.

But belief can start in a moments spark.

Don't look at the years as lost.

Don't look on this day as the habitual, oh hum.

Put your hand on the oars if only for moment.


A Prayer


Dear Lord please give me enough light to see.

Enough calm to hope.

Enough strength to row away from this pain.

I only ask for one moment to be free from my self destruction.

One moment freedom from the shackles I have put on myself.

One moment of forgiveness.

One moment to recall what life was like before I lost my way.

I look back not to regret but to somehow find a familiar course that I may have forgotten.

A course to safety and love.

I know I have lost my power but for one moment may I find it again.

Steer me oh Lord.

I ask for one moment and I pray that the secession of moments will one day last for a day, to weeks, months and years.

Maybe, God willing, you can help me change the course of a lifetime.


My prayer for you


May this moment find you hopeful. May it heal you. May God protect and guide you from this moment on. Peace to you. You are not forgotten. You are loved. You belong.


A commitment


We believe in you. You believe in you too. This is your moment. It is not the habit, it is yours. You are more than the substance. You are more than a moments delusion. You are more. And this moment is where you start. The ocean may seem huge. The shoreline maybe out of view but it is there. Paddle until you see it. You will see it. Take one moment at a time and steer past the buoys. You are not lost. We are all in the same boat. We will get you there.

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My pics: Wakefield QC 

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