You lift me from my tangled threads of story,
though I grab back at them, keep trying
to catch them up, to follow them,
to tease them out
Your hand is firm,
You hold me still
until I recognize
I was not ever tied
to all those histories,
never bound to those projected outcomes
I have always been
determined solely
by Your essence.
Your untroubled knowing of who I am
sings me into being
in every moment,
never moved by any other force,
hallowed, safe, and steady on my course.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2015
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