The divine law
has never sentenced you —
It won’t exact a penalty
of suffering,
It won’t impose a shroud of guilt
or shame,
It never has decreed a world
where you must bow,
a laborer where no one knows your name
The infinite has always celebrated you
in ways no person
can fully comprehend —
Their little glimpses
— the glimpses we call love —
are just a pale reflection
The divine law
has established you
with all your singularity
and all your grace,
upholds you royal
(just like everyone)
in your exquisite timing,
in your perfect place.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2014
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