that holds you as a standing wave,
your essence ever moving,
your particles suspended,
can never cease from being what it is
and so can never drop you
The pulsing of the fact of you
continues unobstructed —
no other source exists,
no other impulse
Your pure intention, lightly clad,
is more than match
for any armored machination,
as a pile of dust, however mammoth,
is no match for a breath of wind.
Look how strong you stand,
look how unmovable —
Goliath never stood a chance
against your truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2016
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