As wide as this valley spreads
below our feet,
as far as the vista
of these distant mountains,
as deep as the fresh drafts
of this pine and sage scented air
(sweetened by sun, tingling with the coolness
of last night’s stars)
unfolds the scope of us.
We are not small,
we are not poor,
we are not helpless.
Our infinity draws to us
infinite wealth;
our gifts, when given,
multiply.
This worth is plenty
to deliver us
all we can imagine,
everything we desire.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2013
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