I don’t regret
the years my older brother would call squandered
This path has taught me
everything I needed day by day,
this life has brought me
all these precious gifts
which I can offer,
humble and in awe
upon Love’s altar
I have grasped the very substance of my being
in the brothels, streets and bars,
in my losses and my tears
Proving
my Father’s hand never left my shoulder,
my days were always guided,
my return assured.
The song of gratitude I sing
is purer, bolder,
now that I know Love’s hand
is ever here.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 14, 2017
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