For me you have often
stood in as my daemon —
spirit beside me
giving me courage,
feather-light anchor
securing my sense of my right
to be here
Even of late
on opposite coasts
I still feel us walking together,
seeking our heart instruments
and our song,
practicing light lessons daily
Now, while you’re here,
all the tasks of my day
suddenly seem light and easy —
buoyed by your presence,
in joy of your essence,
my spirit is lifted again.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2015
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