Delicate

In the grand array of Life

there’s nothing fragile —

The most delicate of flowers

is securely held

in the space around it,

in the air and light that haloes it,

and in its neededness

within the web of everything,

the tenderest of fronds

is supported

in the isometric force of life,

pushing out and down,

and in the cycling of energies within it

The finest of perceptions

and the sweetest of emotions,

the deep empathy and sensitivity,

are anchored in a love as vast

as all the universe

where nothing ruptures them

nor overrides their purity

So, too, this day,

this epoch, and this moment,

are held in their perfection

by a law, a love, that leaves 

no room for falling —

a law, a love, that cherishes us all.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 19, 2015