All Things New

There is no one who is not affected.

There is no one who is not lit up

(though comprehending a light that casts no shadows

may take time)

You can feel it radiate through your fur,

all the way to your skin,

you can feel it in your lungs like flight,

in your throat like fire

coming up from embers that lie deep within,

fueled by ever-quickening desire

It makes no sense, after this,

to go on as if there were a path laid out,

it makes no sense to follow

former modes of measurement

The roar this light ignites

will burn through everything that lied about us,

we will be seen as we will see —

all things new.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 2, 2018