Workmanship

I am the workmanship

of what I love.

So I discover my Maker.

What I thought it was my duty to uphold

is what is holding me,

what I believed was my creation

was my perception, blurred though it was,

of my Creator

This is cause for laughter

and deep sighs of relief —

I thought that I must fail

to bring the vision forth,

but it is brought —

brought to me by the only eyes

I’ll ever know, the only Mind

in which my love can dwell.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 5, 2018