Music across the water,
music across the miles,
things to mend our sense of presence,
reassurance of smiles
It’s not too late —
everything comes home
and in its coming brings
great claps of celebration.
So we are all received
into the place created for us,
kept and embellished throughout the years,
though we hadn’t seen it,
refined continually to be sure
that when we find it,
whatever our path of growth has been,
it will fit perfectly
and so will we.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2013
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