Progression

As we roll down the landscape

like wind-riding clouds

exulting in our stretching

and our shifting

and our effortless progression

through the expansive blue

There’s no need to remember

the shells we left behind —

how rigid they were, and how fragile,

and how essential we somehow

thought they were

No need to consider going back,

for everything we ever were is here —

our substance and our power,

now finally liberated

can take their place

in heaven’s sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 25, 2015