What Shall I Wear? (poem) by Diane M. Wagner on AuthorsDen

What Shall I Wear?
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Too tight... Too heavy... Too rough... Too dark... Where are gossamer wings to enfold tiny, fragile Angel Baby? All my garments are too dark... too heavy... too tight... too rough. What raiment of Light is there for delicate, fragile Angel Baby? Where is fabric of celestial covering Light enough, soft enough, Loose enough... Smooth enough... Allowing Angel Baby freedom to live and move, and have her Being? Don't tell me I am Light Being When all I have to wear is too dark, too tight, too rough, too heavy. Mother, Give me a new garment please. Soft enough... Loose enough... Smooth enough... Light enough for Angel Baby to live and move, and have her Being. Swaddle me in gentleness, humility, kindness and forgiveness, patience, self-control gentleness and perseverance. Let these be the wrappings for this new, fragile, Angel Baby. Diane M. Wagner Nov. 2002
This poem was written after a deep inner healing workshop during which someone informed me I was a real angel. After returning home I searched my closet and couldn't find anything comfortable enough to wear. I felt fragile and vulnerable, and everything I put on was constricting and rough. I was in a very deep place within and decided to put into words what I was feeling.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on March 27, 2004

well done

Reviewed by Andrew Ceroni

Reviewed on February 5, 2004

Diane

I enjoyed your words. Your words. Thanks for sharing............

Jog through an August rain, allowing the wetness warm you,
Trudge through a snow filled forest, letting the air exhilarate you,
Walk through the blackest night, forbidding the darkness to envelope you,
Bathe in The Son so that the bright light enfolds you,
And be your garments will never be too dark, too tight, too rough, too heavy.

AJC

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on February 23, 2003

Diane, you put it into words very well. Myself, I probably would have been looking for a pitchfork. Just the opposite of Angel Baby. I haven't been an Angel since I was a baby. And you are indeed an Angel.
Me I am a work in progress not making too much headway. Welcome to the Den again.
Will look for your work as you post. Bill Murray

Reviewed by Marilyn Boling (Reader)

Reviewed on January 12, 2003

This is so delicate and your sensitivity really shows through...so much that I'll bet those dark, rough, heavy garments 'glowed with your inner light' when you put them on. Thank you for sharing. This is nice.

Reviewed by Vicky Jeter

Reviewed on January 4, 2003

Hi Diane,
Forgot to mention that if you load more than one poem in a day, only the most recent can be seen on the list--don't you Know I love this one, though--too cool to be sharing this experience. Vicky