Right from the start

A Poem by Molly

A poem about our worthiness

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Right from the start, apparently I wasn't crafted by whim, apparently it was with thoughtful design,
every piece of me was placed with care and intent, and it took 9 months to complete me, that's a long time to keep making something, a lot of commitment to the outcome, so I must therefore be somewhat special,... Don't you think?

Right from the start
I have had no idea how incredibly worthy i am,
how my gentle presence had made others burdens feel less,
how my quiet actions have spoken louder than words.
How I lift others, even when i feel the weight of their burdens and their stress

My strength isn’t loud, it subtly radiates from within,
a force that uplifts others, it's not audacious or bold, it's very often present without needing to be seen.

I was also given a loving heart
Right at the start
that was born knowing how to heal,
and in doing so, I truly do help others lives be more serene.
I try to move through this world with grace and i try not to misstep,
not for the glory, but for the joy of being absolutely present,
Even in my stillness, there’s something that stirs in others,
a quiet power that can remould and reshape what’s broken.
I bring a softness that’s so rare in this world,
an unspoken comfort in the very words I've not spoken.

And even though I may doubt the impact that I make,
And I've woven myself into others’ lives with so much dutiful care.
A steady hand, was sometimes all they needed, and so I've also been a guiding light in their dark times

whether or not you see it, I am always there.
There’s something sacred in the way i endure,
how i carry the weight of those who stumble and falter.
My heart, though sometimes broken and bruised, remains ever so pure,
a gift from god of grace, placed upon life’s altar.

I hold the unspoken the stories, and all of the scars,
of those who come to me in their silent need.
I bear witness to those stories with a quiet dignity, although it weighs heavily on my soul and my deeds,
never asking for any more than what I need to endure, because I only want to see others freed.

In my eyes, there’s a knowing, a depth so profound,
that words often fail to touch its core.
For I understand suffering, not as a weakness or a fatal flaw, but as the veil and the path through which we can become so... much...more.

And in the quiet of my own reflection, when I'm looking into those green eyes within the mirror,
I wonder if I've done enough,
if the hours I've spent, the love that I've given, all of my trust....
truly left a mark, ...or if it all just fades, like... into dust

Then I question the silent spaces between my efforts,
the moments where i gave to you but i saw no return.
do I truly understand that my presence alone can change the full moons tides,
I can shift the unseen currents, and add always, love always abides in ways that some will never discern.

And you should also know this, that the weight i carry is not meant to be light,
for i am as strong as I need to be to bear it, to keep it safely tied down for its journey with me at a steady pace.
I take the pain, the doubt, the endless unknowns,
not for reward, but because it's written into my very core, my every grace.

I am enough in ways that defy all measures,
not by the things i do, but by the value of the heart that beats within, and given its due,
It’s not the loud victories then, but the quiet moments of care,
where my worth shines brightest, where my impact is laid bare.

So when I question, when I pause in the dark,
When my heart feels hopeless, and my wounds seem stark,
when I feel my efforts slip silently into the night,
I try to remember that the seeds I've planted are growing still,
even if i never witness their bloom in the light.

Because I've shaped lives in ways i cannot see,
I've left fingerprints on souls I'll never know.
And though I walk humbly, unsure of the ripples that I make,
believe this: i am the reason, or so I am told, that many people glow.

So i guess i can rest now, not in the need to prove to you or myself anything, for the evidence is all there.
I can rest in the simple truth of my existence, that based on this evidence and it's significance, I do have a most worthy heart and
Beyond any measure or deed in this life.
Apparently, I've always been worthy,
no matter how low I think of myself, because I have carried God's love right from the start.