Searching for the Abundance Born of Poverty

Abundance Born of Poverty.

I'm supposed to write about that.
  Yet still, I sit staring at this empty white page,
  feeling the empty, broken space in my heart,
  blind to the abundance in this, my poverty.

Is it because I find comfort in the losses of poverty?
  Is it because I need to stand on the firm ground of
  'It's not my fault?!'
  Is it because I cannot see beyond my fear and rage?

Why can I not see the abundance?
  I know it is there.
  I really do want to believe Spirit.
  I really do feel I am being asked to give it voice.

Perhaps, my unwillingness, my inability, my struggle,
  to find this abundance is part of the story.
  Perhaps, by giving voice to the doubt, I can affirm
  the doubt that clouds all our hearts, and in so doing,
  open the way for Spirit to say,

'It is okay.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you.
  I love you in your doubt, in your struggles, in your disbelief.
  There is no part of you that I do not love or cherish.
  There is no part of you that I do not find room for in my heart.'

So perhaps, this is my first lesson in abundance born of poverty.
  My inability to believe is just one of the many faces of poverty.
  And, as I stand naked in this disbelief, I hear the words of
  undying, unconditional love...abundance beyond measure.