Actually,
There was never any question
of whether you would be loved,
Of whether everything you touch —
the air, the land, the sea, the living —
would move in joy to meet your presence
in every moment
There never was a question
whether you would bless each moment
by simply being,
For you were not created
separate from your essence
And you can’t exist
separate from your love.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2013
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