by what floats
and what sinks,
what opens up a grand expansiveness,
what traps me, lost, within its maze
I let each feeling have its say —
some leave me helpless,
some make me strong,
some will remain and some will pass away,
some are empowering,
none are wrong
I won’t direct the process
but I will be sifted,
I will not save myself
but I will still be lifted,
I’ll let the truth distill
the deeper gifts,
that shine the will to live,
that fill my life.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2018
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