are you who you were
are you your bruises and scars
is that who you are
or are you each day renewed
your past relieved, hope debuted
are you who you were
are you your bruises and scars
is that who you are
or are you each day renewed
your past relieved, hope debuted
Are we the sum total of our experiences? Thoughts to ponder. Thank you for sharing.
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We are who we think we are.
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perfect … a reminder to be present … thank you!
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Yes. Exactly.
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Both/and, not either/or.
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We are who we think we are. My past informs me – it doesn’t define me.
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Beautiful, and the photo is just perfect! Well said.
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Thank you, Maria.
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Reblogged this on aimerboyz and commented:
Kurt’s poem is a magical elixir. One second, I was the ramshackle barn in the picture. The next, I was smiling. All it took was 27 words. Thanks, Kurt :)
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I think your poem just saved my day :)
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Nothing is more rewarding to me to know that my words have a positive influence. Thank you for rewarding me so, friend.
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Both are part of our lives…. past and we have to go on….
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Exactly. Our past should inform us, not define us.
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“We are not the sum of our weaknesses and failures; we are the sum of the Father’s love for us and our real capacity to become the image of his Son”.
JPII
Great piece Kurt!
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Thank you, my friend.
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Great poem and a real choice.
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Choice is the gift of life.
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Excellent spiritual reminder, Kurt. Kudos.
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Thank you, erindon.
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Reblogged this on ARTSPEAK CENTRAL and commented:
Thought provoking…
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powerful
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Great poem, and I do love a barn with character!
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You might like it here then…I kinda got a thing for barns.
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It’s sad how people define themselves for all they’re not…
Nice poem
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