in the arms of the city,
let me hold its four sides close,
let it determine everything around me,
let us rise again within, in hope
No one needs to slide off the roof,
no one need be ground up in the cogs,
these things have never held a corner here,
they can’t pull any of us under
Let this light keep radiating outward,
let it light us inwardly, besides,
and chime across the afternoon
the truth that will uplift us,
and bless us soundly, here where we abide.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2018
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