Daily Bread

If I could give you anything

I’d give you one moment

of knowing

how deeply you are accepted

How perfectly you belong

in this particular place and time

In this singular infinity we call

Here and now

I’d give you the grounded certainty

that you are loved

Seen for what you are

and loved for that 

— all of it —

(What you hoped was normal

What you feared was strange

What you didn’t dare affirm

to be your precious, holy gifts)

Having given that

I’d give you it again

I’d give it to you every day

and every time I saw you

One time of knowing is a touchstone

But knowing all the time 

is daily bread.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 25, 2012