You, always

The miracle of you

has always gleamed— 

Bright dash of grace and harmony

Invoking angels’ gratitude

And who you are

has always been

as deeply loved

as buds forming

deep within protective casings

deep within the Principle

in which they curl

and in the Love that orchestrates their unfurling

As deeply loved as baby birds

And the care they call forth

in their attentive parents

who may not know why

but certainly know their calling

And who you are

is hedged about

as tenderly

as night’s soft shade

encloses coming seasons

and day’s clear dawn

reveals the seasons’ coming

And who you are

can never be denied

For you were made

with such great joy

And you are celebrated

with such sweet pride.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 20, 2012