to learn the way of all goodness!
Let me be vigilant
about the small inner voices
that snarl and sulk
and try to hang onto
constructs that I never wanted anyway
They say they are defending me
but what they are defending
is not me — it’s only all the stories
of my limitations
Where what I am
is the stream of dear belonging
to all goodness, the reflection
of the eternal shining love
I’m ever drawn to
And what I am
doesn’t need defending,
it just needs shining,
just needs my full attention every day.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2017
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