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BELIEVE by Vrinda Aguilera

This poem came to me as an answer to a prayer…

It was just the message I needed to hear at the time, serving as a powerful yet gentle reminder to not shy away from believing in myself.

I share it with all of you in hopes that these words may also touch your heart as they did mine.

Believe

Believe In Your own beauty
Believe in your own grace
Gifts and blessings

Do not run
Or hide your face
In fear of your own brightness
It will not blind you and everyone else

The light you seek
Is within and around
Shining a beacon of hope and faith
Singing an ecclesiastical hymn

You are the reason
For your existence
You have much to offer and rejoice
For the pleasure of Him lies in you

Be love's goodness
Traverse love's path
Claim your birthright of God's glory

Love, sister love
Photography by Robert Sturman



Vrinda Aguilera is a Montessori trained primary school teacher, an intuitive energy healer, a closet poet, and practitioner of bhakti-yoga. She is passionate about supporting women on their spiritual journey and is an experienced life-coach. She lives in rural Florida with her husband and three children where she blossoms in the experience of mothering. You may connect with her by e-mailing her at: vrinda.aguilera@gmail.com







~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 
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