We stepped into the forest of two worlds
where we could slip between the bars of light
and find each other in a separate place
where all our ions perfectly aligned
A quick magnetic jolt
an eager cleaving
synchronizing currents
swift believing
in all the signs of foreordained connection
the wonder of impossible perfection
Time slowed down, each movement magnified
Something monumental signified
in every touch. And we were holy, sanctified
Anointed for our mission
as carriers of light
Keepers of the current
of that quickening delight
which can’t remain contained—
Its nature is to grow
till everyone is with us
caught up in its flow.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2011
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