We are blessed here
with music and splashes and laughter
and the murmur of little waves
and the splendor of intermittent sun,
fresh breeze, white clouds
A good place to ponder
the infinite riches
of having nothing,
as earlier today,
in gratitude and tears,
I set down the little pile
I had scraped together to call my gift
and recognized
I have nothing to offer
but the everything we all share
Nothing to separate me
from the light each one of us is,
the light we all are.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2016
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