Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide

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This poem is taken from my Audio Ebook "How to Cope with Grief and Loss" and speaks directly to dealing with your feelings as necessary to overcome any tragedy.  The poem also speaks to the joy in your heart when feelings lead the way.

Maurice Turmel PhD

Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide

The light of all eternity shines with me now

My feelings light up my life

How I find my way is determined by them

They illumine my path and show me who I am

 

When I was young, I felt so many things

Then came the day when I could not stand the pain

My world was chaos then, filled with sorrow and grief

So I closed up to protect that fragile Self within

 

Years would go by before I could open again

I was forced to by circumstances beyond my control

Life dealt me blows which I later recognized as my own

To awaken me to that sorrow deep within my Soul

 

I worked hard to find my way back to the Light

To that place within where I could feel once again

There my Heart shone forth with a brave face

And shed light on all that I had concealed

 

Now I see how I closed that tender-hearted Self

How I froze in the face of my destiny

Troubles swirled around as a constant source of grief

And I fell to sleep out of fear

 

I am awakening now to the deep void within

Where I’ve stored all those troubles and pain

I fight my way back to that center once again

So I can come forth completely and be true

 

My life moves forward as of this day

When I committed to finding my true Self

I’ve engaged all manner of demons on this journey

To return to that Source deep inside

 

I wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can

I am thirsty for experience and for growth

I want lavish riches from my Soul to fill me

So that I can truly enjoy all that I behold

 

This work is sometimes difficult as I have learned

But no more than any task requiring Love

This journey enriches me with its purpose

And fills me with Life and Soul

 

This is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul

To have, to hold and to behold

This Heart that bled is now healing its wounds

And can prosper again from what Life brings

 

Let there never be a return to where hurts cramp me up

And fill me with bitterness and pain

I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead

To appreciate all that Life has assigned

 

Oh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for coming this day

I thank you from the bottom of my Heart

We two can sing together the praises of Love

That take us forward on this journey through time

 

Never let it be said that one so deserving

Could not find his or her way Home

All whom will follow shall see this Light in turn

And know that their journey can be won

 

I take you with me now, my Sweet Soul

For you are here in my hands

Where I can behold you

And together, we can be so bold

 

“Move on,” you say to me. “Move on, my love

The Light wishes for us to do so”

And my Heart sings with the possibilities

So that “Yes” is the answer I can render with ease

 

My Heart is filled with Love and joy in this moment

Knowing that I am with you, my Soul

My feelings tell me you are there and always were

Till that sleep came over me earlier on

 

By awakening to your touch do I know You

And find my own truth there in your eyes

You show me through Love what my purpose can be

I am inspired by this attentive design

 

I am pleased we are here together, in this life

I am pleased that our love is so strong

For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Sublime

When you call to me from deep within my Heart

 

I have your answer Dear, and know this to be true

That you and I are forever to be born

In this life or another, we join with each other

And We Soar . . . And We Soar . . . And We Soar . . .

 

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