May you feel the comfort of knowing you are loved exactly as you are.
As you are. [in a gentle whisper]
Not who you were, who you are, who you’ll become
Not what you were, what you are, what you have, what you had
Not what you said, what you say
Not what you do or what you did.
May you receive the gift of peaceful, quiet moments when you recall that which you are.
Loved not romantically, not parentally, not spiritually, or professionally or therapeutically or medically.
Loved not materialistically, magically, artistically or financially.
Just simply loved. [in a quiet whisper]
Loved like a tree stands firmly in the ground.
Loved like the sound of the wings of any winged being (and that includes you).
Loved like the song of brilliant rays of light.
Loved like the vision of the creation of that which is you.
This goes out to every being currently choosing to survive and thrive after experiencing trauma.