A Vision

In the vision

I was mother,

and from my outstretched arms

flowed liquid light.

And many came to drink,

And I was Mother,

Held steady as the conduit 

of love

that those who drank

evoked in me.

Coursing mother-love

circled in a circuit

Filling me with joy,

with joy and fierce protection,

Joy and wonder.

And as I watched

One and another

filled with light.

They rose like stars;

We greeted each other as equals,

And they turned outward,

Conducting light,

Moving to serve it 

as they each were called.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 24, 2013