Hearts pure at birth

Minds untainted by the whispers of others telling us what to think, do, perceive or believe

Maturing slowly from children to teenagers

Grasping to know who we are, what we truly believe

Asking ourselves what or whom would I most like to be

Then the sun breaks through in shades of pink, gray, white with a blue sky behind those clouds

And we know, we aren’t perfect

We are ALL doing the best we can to be a human, an adult, a sister, mother, situ, wife, friend, co-worker, neighbor

Traveling and navigating a Spiritual existence in a human body

We aren’t perfect

If I don’t say the right words at the right time, or misinterpret something you’ve said or done, don’t take it personally, kindness will return, if apologies are needed they will surface and be said, if not, know that this imperfect human is doing the best they can

So to you my brother or sister in Christ, know that in my heart, underneath layers of life’s experience, exists pure love

©Anita Adams 8/2021