Don’t worry,
Your fears can’t trap you
in a maelstrom
The thoughts you wish would leave you,
would cease to haunt you,
cease to pace in anguished loops
along the echo chambers
of your mind —
they can’t hurt you
They can’t stop the light of Truth
from streaming in,
so clear, so gentle —
can’t stop its compassion
from finding you there,
just where you are,
from scooping you up in tender arms
and carrying you out, delivered —
The storms of thought
are nothing
before Love’s vast, commanding calm.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2015
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