is how it felt to notice
in the space between the objects,
in the places of my thought,
the wide open lightness
of feeling no fear at all,
of knowing surely
I never was rejected,
I never was forgotten,
I never was alone
What I want to hold to
is the way I understood:
the stuff that seems so serious —
life and death, shame or acceptance —
has never been a thing
because there never was a contest.
Our belovedness
was established before time
in the place that never changes,
in the place that is assured
Our creator
was never impressed
by the threats of death or hell,
knowing that she wouldn’t choose them
and that she’s in charge
of us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2017
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