It’s so hard for me to believe
That you love me
Without requirement.
That there is nothing I can do,
That will make you love me less.
That there is nothing I could do,
That would make you love me more.
That there is nothing I need do,
To make me acceptable in your eyes.
It’s hard to believe,
But knowing it was true,
Would set me free.
I have heard so many things
That tell me differently;
That make it hard.
I am a worm, a sinner
Born tainted
By the transgressions of my forebears.
My many failings in this life,
Simply serve to prove the truth, that
I am unworthy in your eyes.
Needing redemption.
Needing salvation.
Needing the mercy of a wrathful,
Loving God.
So, it’s hard for me to believe
That you love me,
Without requirement.
That there is nothing I can do,
That will make you love me less.
That there is nothing I could do,
That would make you love me more.
That there is nothing I need do,
To make me acceptable in your eyes.
It’s hard to believe,
But knowing it was true,
I’d be at peace.
I have known so many things
That seem to prove it’s true;
That make it hard.
So many ways in which I,
Disappoint;
Both myself and others around me,
By things I do and do not do;
Failing to meet expectations
Or needs of those I share life with,
Even when I try.
I need forgiveness.
Somewhere inside I feel, that I am
Not enough.
So, it’s hard for me to believe
That you love me
Without requirement.
That there is nothing I can do,
That will make you love me less.
That there is nothing I could do,
That would make you love me more.
That there is nothing I need do,
To make me acceptable in your eyes.
I want to believe,
Because if that’s the truth,
I could love me.
© Share D’All 2021
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How do you love me?
It seems that at the heart of many of our struggles as human beings is a fear that we are inadequate in some way. I believe this is often rooted in our understanding of God, or the feeling that we are left wanting when compared to others around us, or the standards we set ourselves. Unless we find a way to be at peace with ourselves, this perspective leaves us depressed, craving love and approval, or fighting and competing with each other to prove our adequacy, or superiority. This is the first of a series of poems – it starts with the question, directed at God, and then a series of replies.

Love this one Share, I was touched . it was the first thing I read on opening my inbox today. I do read your posts and I’m sorry I don’t often respond. x
Thank you so much for responding to this one – I’m glad it touched you – writing this series is proving very moving for me. I’m going to release them over a few weeks xx
Share, I read this a few times. It’s beautifully and poignantly written.
Thank you