The safe place is acceptance.
All people, places and things are doing
Exactly as they should, nothing else.
And if they stab me, acceptance is safety.
And if they attack with words, acceptance.
And if they hate people, acceptance is safety.
Acceptance allows love to happen.
My lover is not perfect, but she welcomes me.
Time after time, whether she is wrong or I am,
We can come back to love and accept the safety.
We can hold each other tightly and accept.
We can sing with love and accept the safety.
#1 by Life: Between the lines on December 26, 2010 - 9:17 am
Only place we need, the arms of a loved one who accepts us as we are 😦
Nice piece Carl, thanks 🙂
#2 by Carl on December 26, 2010 - 9:29 am
Thank you for your kind comment.
#3 by timkeen40 on December 26, 2010 - 2:04 pm
So safe and warm are the arms we roll ourselves into. Take a moment for those who do not have such arms, for they are cold indeed.
Dead on, Carl. Very good words.
#4 by Carl on December 26, 2010 - 2:16 pm
Thank you, Tim. I appreciate it.