The one who loves me,
and who always has,
is the one who rivers me,
who flows my substance through me,
flows me through its being —
all my life, my love —
that ever eager pulse
that shows me forth in glimmers
and in full shine
as always so much deeper
than the shifting stories
I and others have called “me.”
The One who loves me
and who always has
brings up my love, full on, to meet it,
teaches me everything I know
of how to love.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2013
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