My hopes for you, I know, aren’t mine to give
And that is good —
You each must find your way
I know your lives were never mine to live
Your goals and purpose
Never mine to sway
And yet I wish for you
and yearn most deeply
That you would feel the present touch
of Spirit
The swift igniting joy that meets
that truth — you’re loved —
relayed so you can hear it
My helpless knowledge that I have no sway
in this, or any other gift, leads me to pray
To seek a surer source
for your contentment:
What I can’t give
I leave in Spirit’s hand
As sure as you’re alive, you are attended
by all that makes you peaceful, pure, and grand.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2012
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