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
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writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
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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