My Gift

In the clutter of the stories

I’m prone to tell myself,

there is danger of getting lost

This time I check myself

against the gravity

of how this offering

will feel to you

I check its underside

for hints of instruction

(which might imply

I thought you needed change)

I check to see if its assertions

are made from wish fulfillment

on my part

Nothing but my pure love

is worthy of you.

Nothing but my pure love

is worthy of me.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 2, 2015