where the compelling touch
of a neighboring world
connects your current
and pulls you through
Any touch can be the contact,
and as you flow through,
the miracle is
you don’t ebb from here —
instead, some before unknown infinity
rushes in and multiplies you,
rendering you equal to the blessing
When I wash your feet
or you wash mine,
the humbleness and love in which we meet
gathers us both
into a bright world
which we immediately know
has always been our home
although we’ve never walked in it before.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 27, 2016
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