There is no journey you can take,
no long night you can go through
where you will be abandoned
in the middle
In your tiredest moment,
at the coldest hour,
in the bleakest outlook,
the most untoward turn,
hear your heart:
it doesn’t beat alone.
It pulses in response
to the eternal pulse of being,
indicating, thus, its steady presence
You will come through,
but you may feel at peace
before you’re even done,
for in each step
you are attended by the One.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2016
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