Innocence

True innocence

has no ignorance —

I learn this as I ride

the storm washed day,

I feel it as I pick my way

through my internal disarray

and feel the rays of light

infusing gradual understanding

This innocence

has not been torched by tragedy

and has not been imprisoned

in walls of fear,

this innocence steps clear

of all the crashing disillusionment,

of all the terror,

irrepressible assertion

that we are good to the core,

that we can steer by this

because we always are.

Therefore I saw your face as though it were the face of God, 

and you were pleased with me.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 29, 2016