Love came knocking one stormy night
I answered, “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
The house is a mess,
There’s clutter everywhere.
I need to get the kids to bed,
And the animals need to be fed.
My husband’s shirts need to be cleaned
I’m really trying not to be mean.
Love said, “No problem.”
“I’ll talk to you soon.”
I said, good-bye and closed the door.
I breathed in a sigh of relief.
No worries or fear
Of what Love might say about my disheveled life
She was gone.
But then the thunder rumbled and the house shook.
And everything came tumbling to the floor.
My eyes filled with tears
And I yelled, “Why?!”
“Don’t you see how hard I try?
I try to keep everything perfect,
And I always seem to fail.
Nothing’s ever in the right place
And now this?
It’s too much for me to do.
So I tried to run out the door,
but the storm blew me back inside.
I fell upon my clutter and began to cry.
And the cascading waterfalls flooded the room.
I had to come up for air.
So I swam as hard as I could
[To just get my head above the surface].
And then it struck me,
Oh why was I so stuck inside my head?
How could I be so worried about my life
that I could leave Love outside for the night?
“I’m sorry,” I yelled!
I’m so sorry I didn’t want you here.
I’m sorry my life is so full of fear.
Please oh, please Love, Come back!!!
I need you so.
I looked out into the abyss.
I couldn’t see a thing.
No sign of Love anywhere.
And then a voice inside my heart,
“Forgive yourself my child,
Let it go.
You are too hard on yourself.
The mess can wait.
All the work will get done.
But you don’t have to do any of this alone.
Please sit down
Open your heart and pray.
Now listen to what I have to say,
I am here.
I am here.
I am here.
I look out the door again,
The sky is full of stars.
The clutter around my feet is gone.
And Love, she is here.
She’s always been here.
She will always stay.
For Love has made her home in You.
Blessings of Light & Love Around you and with you Always, Erin
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