beckyg
27th Aug 2008, 07:39 AM
I Am Not..........
I am not my hair, my eyes, my nose or my mouth.
I am not my skin or the shape of any of my body parts.
I am not the IQ of my brain.
I am not the sound of my voice, or the volume of my laughter.
I am not my strengths or any of my weakness.
I am not the level of my skills.
The temple of my physical makeup is a culmination of genetics.
It reveals nothing about the person who resides within.
I take no credit or point no blame for the way I look.
My temple is perfect as is.
This body is not who I am.
It is an exquisitely perfect dwelling for my soul.
Everything about it is exactly as it should be.
No other, anywhere, ever, could serve my soul as well.
I am not anything you can see with your eyes, or touch with your
hands.
Should you judge me by those criteria, you will never know me.
I am not a dumping ground for bias that¡¦s based on man-made standard,
And I do not accept the prejudice it creates.
I am a union of body, mind, and spirit, a trio, and not a solo.
To know me is to know yourself.
Those who hear the voice of their soul, recognize the song in mine.
They do not stop at the front door and judge me by the dwelling in
which I reside.
With a humble sense of honor, they knock upon the door and ask to
come in.
The judgment of others does not change who I am.
Quite the opposite is true. It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance and pass me by, have my
blessing to keep on walking, for they have a long way to go.
They have not reached the point in their journey where they are able
to see and appreciate me for who I am.
I will accept no less.
Terri McPherson Windsor, Ontario, Canada
I am not my hair, my eyes, my nose or my mouth.
I am not my skin or the shape of any of my body parts.
I am not the IQ of my brain.
I am not the sound of my voice, or the volume of my laughter.
I am not my strengths or any of my weakness.
I am not the level of my skills.
The temple of my physical makeup is a culmination of genetics.
It reveals nothing about the person who resides within.
I take no credit or point no blame for the way I look.
My temple is perfect as is.
This body is not who I am.
It is an exquisitely perfect dwelling for my soul.
Everything about it is exactly as it should be.
No other, anywhere, ever, could serve my soul as well.
I am not anything you can see with your eyes, or touch with your
hands.
Should you judge me by those criteria, you will never know me.
I am not a dumping ground for bias that¡¦s based on man-made standard,
And I do not accept the prejudice it creates.
I am a union of body, mind, and spirit, a trio, and not a solo.
To know me is to know yourself.
Those who hear the voice of their soul, recognize the song in mine.
They do not stop at the front door and judge me by the dwelling in
which I reside.
With a humble sense of honor, they knock upon the door and ask to
come in.
The judgment of others does not change who I am.
Quite the opposite is true. It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance and pass me by, have my
blessing to keep on walking, for they have a long way to go.
They have not reached the point in their journey where they are able
to see and appreciate me for who I am.
I will accept no less.
Terri McPherson Windsor, Ontario, Canada