What can dislodge you from your tree
of cool contempt, and do you need to fall
to feel connection, crashing ground to call
sharp echoes through your bones till you agree
that scornful heights are not the place to be?
No, let no crashing jar your tender bones
Instead, we’ll come with quiet, gentle hands
to wrap you in a hammock soft and grand
and bring you firmly, safely home.
For there’s no lofty place that you can climb
above the hands of Love that surely come
to every soul that’s sad, each heart that’s numb
and bring you back to your most needed rhyme
within the round of Love, in perfect time.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2011
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