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Rebecca Brotherston Poem
The way you feel
about me doesn't
define me. You will
not cause me to
re-think my
priorities or
examine my virtues.
You may love, like,
hate or be neutral
towards me, that is
your prerogative. Of
course I would
prefer to be looked
upon as good,
inspiring, or any of
the positive human
characteristics we
know of... but it's
not essential to me
if I am not. I
respect your opinion
either way. More
importantly, I
respect mine. In my
eyes I AM worthy of
love, friendship,
forgiveness,
empathy,
understanding,
praise, blessings,
God's Love and love
for myself and I can
only hope for
"genuine" to precede
all of these words
and their meaning. I
understand that
these things I need
in my life, and they
are also the essence
of me, my gift to
those who really
know me and love me,
who truly desire to
be a part me, not
just tolerate me or
see an opportunity
for achievement at
my expense. I have
come this far on a
road paved of my
blood, sweat and
tears and the
admission of my
faults that made it
so. Many lessons I
learned were harsh
but I managed to
proceed in the right
direction and it was
I who suffered and
bowed my head with
shame and it was I
who rose, anew,
forgiving and
forgiven, humbled
and eager to forge
ahead. And the few
that were with me
all the while, will
forever be a part of
me, we are one and I
acknowledge I would
not be where I am,
who I am this day,
without you. And I
will always love
you. It is my
ambition and honor
to give to you the
same beautiful,
selfless gift. I
walk with God, in
good company of
those that chose to
walk with me in this
amazing life's
journey. And that,
is all I need to
know as to what
defines me, as a
person, a blessed,
cherished soul,
grateful for every
single moment.
Copyright © Rebecca Brotherston | Year Posted 2013
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Rebecca Brotherston Poem
There comes a time in our lives when we will see the forest for the tree's.
The faint, constant voice within our hearts that has beckoned us to turn inward and seek the answers of our soul we will no longer deny.
We will learn of the place that cradles our aches, our desires, our yearnings and we will begin to free them one by one and they will circle us like leaves blowing in the wind and then they will fly away.
I always thought that this would be painful, that it would leave a hollow void within me and turn dark.
But I now realize it is me taking a step toward my passions and living my life deliberately rather than letting another day, another dream pass me by.
And more importantly, I now have room within me for love and for more love and I will give it to others that will have it, freely.....
It is my gift, it's all I have to give and I believe it is enough, I really do.
Copyright © Rebecca Brotherston | Year Posted 2019
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Rebecca Brotherston Poem
Andrew John Ryken 7/26/1980 - 6/08/2014
We don't go on without you Andy. You are in every thought, every decision, every heartbeat.
You are the inspiration to live this life to the fullest, it's the only way I can think of to honor you, your time here on Earth. It's the way I know that you would want it to be and with this in mind I can feel some measure of peace.
All of our moments, days and years we had together will be wrapped up in all of those to come. I cherish and hold dear every day we had and we've had so many. For this I'm so very grateful.
You were everything real and beautiful and sacred as a son can be in his mothers eyes. And you tought me the true meaning of love. You were my first love and that love knew no boundries.
I will love you until the day I die and every second after
Copyright © Rebecca Brotherston | Year Posted 2019
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Rebecca Brotherston Poem
Why are we fighting each other? We are here to unite, understand and learn. In the end, it won't matter who has what, it's here and now that we make a difference.
In Retrospect
In a hundred years from now, all of us will be dead and gone.
Strangers will be living in our homes and our property will no longer be ours, everything we have worked so hard to achieve or own will belong to someone else.
We will not be remembered by anyone save for a written name and date on the back of a photo or a place on the family tree. Our names and faces will be forgotten, our bodies dust in dust.
I wonder if given the chance to reflect from our places under the earth, where darkness and silence mingle with our bones. Would we then realize how trivial our world was and how silly we were for thinking we should take more from it than we needed.
I think we may even wish that rather than spending our short stay on earth collecting things that will never truly belong to us, we should have been exploring the beauty around us, in people, places and moments.
It's the love we grew in our hearts, planted by those we hold dear that fortifies us and that we will take with us wherever it is we go when we go.
The houses, cars and money cannot keep our bodies from dying and won't be coming along so why spend our lives trying so hard to obtain them?
We are here for a blink of an eye and relevant as a grain of sand in the "big" picture, but we never die.
We are infinite and it's that simple, we make it harder than it is pretending that all of it matters... it doesn't.
Copyright © Rebecca Brotherston | Year Posted 2024
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