Only Me

My daughter Merrianna wrote this when she was 15. I had published it on another blog which is soon going to be dismantled. Thought it was appropriate for the WARSKYL context.

Only Me

When I was compassionate,
I did not know I was.
I knew only
I had been there;
I knew how it felt,
So I said so.

When I was courageous,
I did not feel brave.
I knew only
It had
To be done,
So I did it.

When I was full of loss,
I did not feel noble.
I felt only
The pain,
And alone
I wept.

But those to whom I had compassion
Remembered me.
Those for whom I was courageous
Thanked me.
Those who saw I was full of loss
Honored me.

But it was only
Who I was
And what was
To be done.
God worked it all.
I was only me