Created for Love

Just a single whisper

Can set my heart aflutter

And cause the stomach to drop.

A lifetime of whispers,

In succession with latitudes of praise,

Can raise my discouraged

Being to believe there could be more.

More beyond the deceptions

And cruel lies I am led to believe,

Telling me I'm not worth love and mercy.

"Words cut sharp," say wise old men,

Yet actions can be just as cruel.

Beauty I find in the chaos around me;

I hold the power to choose not to listen

To the lies that surround my soul.

I can be free of the tempting whisper

Deceiving me that I'm not good enough.

I'm good enough because of who made me.

My failings and faults are not all that define me.

My identity is not found in flesh.

It is ephemeral, transcendent;

In the hands of my maker.

I am a creature created for love.