Heart Rungs

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As I lift the cover to my heart
And climb down each rung,
I feel the turmoil built over time.
It speaks of uncertainty of who I am.
Archetypes have formed, molding
Me, shaping my views.
They are hard to escape, and
Prevent me from knowing.
Who is the real Father?
The guy playing catch, or
The guy sacrificing for his clan?
Who is the real Husband?
The guy who walks hand in hand, or
The guy who suffers for his clan?
Who is the real son, friend, neighbor?
I am blind to these.
Who am I?

Take another step down the ladder
Within my heart.
I can’t see, just feel.
Life is giving me opportunity
To see, to believe.
But, this damn archetype
Shadows the clarity.
I know I am the son of God,
That love for me and others
Is all that is asked.
But…!

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017 excludes photo

All Is Well My Son

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Always believe in the Beloved’s will.
Lighting love by forgiving core wounds.
Loneliness is an illusion, a separation from God.

Innocence is yours, as a child of the Beloved.
Sins are here for you to forgive – – you are imperfectly perfect.

Wayward hearts – – seek beats from within.
External desire, shame, and fear set them afloat.
Lessons are here for healing.
Let them reign in your wayward ways.

Many exclaim injustice as judgement of themselves.
Yelling at, kicking, and punching their own best efforts.

Separation happens when control and attachment take root.
Oneness happens when faith, gratitude, and forgiveness shine daily.
New days are coming, with new lessons and new miracles.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo