Having walked once
on the shore where light rules,
we see it everywhere,
and in the quiet of the scrish of sand
give up our battles
There is no need to fight
over the relative presence
of light — no person or way of thinking
owns it. It owns every landscape
where it appears. It will always,
effortlessly,
bring itself forth.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2018
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