I bless my anger. It tells me I am alive.
I bless my sadness. It reminds me I am real.
I bless my confusion. Out of it comes clarity.
I bless my tears. They heal me.
–Perry Tilleraas, 1988
No matter how they voted yesterday,
First thing in the morning, I will cast a vote for myself.
Even if I decided against myself as child,
And thought I could never be happy,
I will begin reversing the old judgments
I harbor against myself,
I claim the power to judge for myself,
in every area of my own life.
No constitutional amendment will keep me
From meaningful, satisfying relationships.
I reach out and my needs are met.
In meditation and prayer, I find serenity.
I am more than a person being discriminated against.
I survive and persevere.
I am a being of light and love.
I am a soul – yearning, expansive, timeless.
I am free. Amen.
–Michael Leslie, Nov. 5, 2008