I heard my heart call my name,
and invite me to meet myself.
Afraid to know what I might find,
I hid myself with busyness.

Again my heart invited me in
to the presence of I am,
and still I would not know me
for fear I’d be disappointing.

Another gentle entreaty came
from my heart so patient.
This time I was willing to face myself and see what needed seeing.

At first I looked with judgment in my eyes, and didn’t like me.
My heart reminded me to look with Love, and then I met the real me.