I once was GOD.
I came from GOD, come from GOD.
I hold GOD's memories of creation.
I remember creating the earth and sky,
the stars and moon,
night and day,
and all that lives upon the earth and in its skies.
I hold that power to create,
it lies still in my human form,
hibernating,
in deep slumber until the day I remember it.
And I will remember it,
I am the CREATION,
and so I can create myself.
GOD whispers to me gently,
urging me to remember who I truly am.
I lie in bed naked,
the great, beautiful goddess of CREATION,
GOD's wondrous and unique manifestation.
I stretch out my arms,
eager to experience the power inside me,
the power in my healing hands,
and find painful frustration in my failure to remember
my incredible beauty.
For I am beautiful,
GOD created me, and that was good.
That IS good.
GOD formed me,
molded my body into what it was, IS, perfect beauty in GOD's eyes.
And now I stand before myself,
a harsh art critic,
criticizing every line and curve,
never standing back to appreciate the full work of art,
the wondrous work before me.
I marvel at my ignorance.

� 1998 Katie Carey. Reprinted with permission.

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