On your shoulders,
no weight of generations,
on your head
no folly of past years,
no unredeemed misunderstanding,
harbored, confusedly,
by your parents, your grandparents,
theirs —
You are born of this day,
fresh as a swift cloud
after showers,
sailing through storm washed blue
with its answering catch of breath
You are born in this moment,
ever inheriting
the bright conception
that creates itself constantly,
building the whole timeless universe
in every inspiration,
embracing it all, right now,
embracing you.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2015
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