of joy, of insuppressible
open inquiry, of kindness
and of comfort
I want my children to inherit
ways of being, not frayed and dusty
tokens of attempts to make meaning.
I want them to delight in their days
and their essential contribution
They don’t need
what these delusive times
would call wealth,
they need the richness
of water from rock, manna from sky
and the exhilaration of co-creating
all of life’s light.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2016
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