I am worthy.
I am worthy of my life and all the good that is in it.
I am worthy of spacious skies, amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain. (I am worthy, too, of the fruited plain.)
I am worthy of a degree of happiness that could only be referred to as “sinful” in less enlightened times.
I am worthy of creativity, sensitivity, and appreciation.
I am worthy of peace of mind, peace on Earth, peace in the valley and a piece of the action.
I am worthy of God’s presence in my life.
I am worthy of my love.
(Excerpt from “Come Love With Me and Be My Life” — The Complete Romantic Poetry of Peter McWilliams)
More tomorrow.