Held

Let me remember

what holds me,

close as my skin,

close as my breath —

what bears me up,

what launches me

on every leap, each earth-blessed step

Let me lean in

and feel its strength sustaining me,

Let me feel its soft, abiding rest —

I cannot fall from here,

I can’t be helpless —

It guides me through my pathways unsuppressed

Let me not be fooled

by the illusion

that I walk unsupported

through indifferent air,

Let me be free from memories of pain,

let me be free from fear

That law that holds me now

has always been here,

close as my thought,

close as my name,

And it will always be

the arms embracing me,

Its comfort sure, its soulfulness the same.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 23, 2015