Spirit fills me in
Fills me up
Defines my line
Like cords of coursing water
hold their form,
rope-like in the flow
of falling river.
Spirit fills out the net
of my connections
Holds the weight of me and everyone
So we can twine together
Perfect and symmetric
No heaviness to drag us out of shape.
No need to tend the strands, the knots
To see if they are safe and strong,
for Spirit holds us all along
and never lets us fall.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2013
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