You must have been a beautiful baby
the song plays quietly in the background of my mind
I hum along and wonder,
well, aren’t they all when you think about it?
When it comes down to a heart beating
and the miracle of cells dividing
multiplying
creating something so unique,
and why is it only
babies that can be beautiful
for when we see the dirty unkempt homeless man
or the woman with the missing limb,
what changes in the mind to see
anything less than the beauty that lies within?
Why does the judgement happen
for the way a person looks or seems
as if through fault of their making
as sickness ravages and shades of red welts rise,
turned to purple and the swelling overwhelms,
yet the eyes that gaze into yours
relay the kindness and love felt from within
and the tears fall from a simple acceptance
the glow begins to form around the soul.
I’ve heard upon view of a not so pretty child,
must have been hit by the ugly stick a time or two…
childhood taunts come back to my mind
and I am thankful for the passage of time
that allowed my soul to grow into understanding,
when faced with a view that invokes stares,
I feel compelled to hold out my hand
and with a smile simply say,
I can only help you find what you seek,
but it can’t change much
for you are already beautiful enough.
A middle-aged woman came into work the other day searching for a few items, her head bulged from beneath her scarf, a large purple addition of her head which was pressing down and almost engulfing her eyes. I think years ago I would have stared with mouth agape not knowing what to say, but am thankful for the years of life lessons which have left me with a loving and understanding heart. I held out my hand to her as she said she could barely see, her husband standing quietly at the front of the store, allowing her to come with me as I guided her around answering any questions and finding what it was she requested. At check out she started crying and thanked me for not making her feel like a monster, for smiling and making her laugh and that now she would feel more comfortable going out into the world again. I asked if her sight would come back, she replied yes, after all the non-stop infections stopped. I gave her a blessings, squeezed her hand and as she left, thanked the big guy above for teaching me tolerance and love. She must have been a beautiful baby, for they all are, even grown up.
In every breath is such a lovely way of expressing how we are blessed and alive! xo ❤ R
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thanks Robin, hope is kept alive in each new breath that joins this amazing planet ❤ hugs and love back to you, K
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Wow! I really like the idea of babies being beautiful and how they all were created with promise and hope, Kim. Hugs, Robin xo 🌟
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Thank you Uncle Tree😊
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WoWzer! Amen
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thanks so much mister muse ❤ my grandfather always sang it to us 🙂 great memories ❤
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I adore your genuine love and kindness. People so often fear those who are different, but as you said, we start from such similar places, and ultimately, we are on a similar journey. The poem and story were beautiful. This tender post made my heart smile. What a beautiful way to begin my day. Thank you for that. ❤️ Joanna
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Beautiful post, great song….which I offer here for those who never heard of it:
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thanks Bette ❤ I appreciate it,
peace and blessings,
Kim
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thank you so very much, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Peace and blessings, K
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thanks so much Suzanne ❤
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so true, so true. Everyone has a gift to present to the world, it’s just seeing past everything to the love within…and beauty 🙂
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thank you so very much Cynthia
peace and blessings,
Kim
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Very moving. Such a powerful story – poem and prose.
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Lovely post and sentiments.Too often we only look at the exterior and imagining people as innocent babies can help us love them more and see their beauty.
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Just lovely. —- Suzanne
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Very touching & nice post.
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Beautiful… Sharing
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Thank you Larry, with the times these days, sometimes the right words can be a big pick-me-up😊🙏🏻peace and blessings, Kim
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Absolutely beautiful…..my soul needed that today
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I never mean to cause tears, just uplift my sweet friend, it’s freaky when it happens and until you find out the cause, think oh crap, again, more stuff heaped on? Like you need anything more. I’m praying like a rapper over here and rhyming with my timing, peace and love and I’ll look for mail. Have to open tomorrow and work till 6 so won’t be on until evening at best, but will check upon waking and respond if time allows ❤ ❤
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God you had me next to tears
But then I said that’s Kim,got a good report about the bells palsy,I took her to the Dr This afternoon found she had an ear infection which could of cause all of this craziness, the story goes on but I’ll mail you later
As Sheldon Always
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The nice thing about work, the rest, meh, if I don’t have anything nice to say, I don’t say anything at all. The people I encounter charge up my day in amazing ways ❤ thanks E ❤
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Priceless. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. What a privilege to reach out and meet a new friend….😊
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You are
As Always
Kim
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Thank you, I like to think they’re smiling down every day on all of us😇 so glad you enjoyed😇🙏🏻☮🕉peace and blessings, Kim
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Very true 🙂
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This poem and your ending explanation of the experience behind it touched my heart. So beautiful, Kim. I think the angels were smiling on you that day.
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thank you Penny Lane ❤
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thanks so much Derrick ❤
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I’m so glad I could inspire ❤ peace and love my friend, K
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thank you so kindly ❤ I’m glad I was there to experience the moment ❤
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thanks Jack, sorry to take so very long to reply….busy days, busy busy days….sigh ❤
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thanks Russ ❤
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thank you my sweet friend, as always, Kim
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thanks so much Michael, true words, peace and love, K
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thanks so much Crystal ❤
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thanks K E ❤ peace and blessings, Kim
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thanks Lady G, we are all beautiful in our way….so many just never notice or take time to see ❤
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thanks Deb ❤
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You set the bar high. What a beautiful
Story.
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Oh Kim! That is so beautiful. You were a true blessing to this forlorned soul. And yes, regardless to how things appear, she was a beautiful baby and is now a beautiful lady- and you saw it!
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I love this sentiment. I’m not sure why we choose to see one another’s human cloak, as opposed to hearts and light.
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Thanks for asking them. 😊 You’re most welcome, Mags.
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Thanks for your thoughtful answers to my questions, Tre. 🙂
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I do not think we can compare Jesus to us humans, people. To answer your question, yes. He was otherworldly. He knew the importance of love, empathy, innocence, forgiveness, time, life, and death. We will never truly understand what he understood.
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Did Jesus keep his innocence?
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I have not encountered any.
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Ah, that makes a lot of sense. Are their any adults that never lose their innocence?
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Children, babies are innocent. Clean slates. I have seen some beautiful, precious adults with awful attitudes. They’ve lived life long enough to lose that innocence. And when that’s gone, to me, so is the more precious/beautiful aspect.
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The world needs to hear more stories like this–very moving, heartwarming, and true 🙂
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Beautiful story, Kim. Just an ounce of compassion and understanding can reveal the person within the person…
Peace
Michael
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My mother taught me to see the real person behind the facade. Youll understand when you see a recent post I made.
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You couldn’t make that up
What a beautiful story
As Sheldon Always
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Thank you for this touching and woeful reminder!
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‘the glow begins to form around the soul…’ bloody brilliant. ❤
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what an amazing experience and I am glad she had you to be there for her
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Extremely touching and and truely inspiring. Thank you…. I needed this. 🙂 ❤
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Tender and precious
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Lovely!
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Yes, I too have often wondered why babies/children are generally considered more precious/beautiful than adults. People do not lose value as they age. Wonderful piece, Kim. 💕
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