This holy starting place
is like mist dancing in bright sun rays,
like soft light sifting through eyelashes,
a meeting of our hopes, our shaggy edges.
Here’s where we give ourselves,
Surrender to the mercy of
the grace that listens,
that finds the first fit,
the clasp with which
we slide into the dance
of deepening reverberation,
plunging into fathoms of our souls.
This is the immersion
that we came here for,
This is the draft that satisfies
our fullest essence,
This is the blessing
we have longed to give,
shining the perfection of our presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2013
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