It’s easy enough
in the fray of things
to forget what I’ve been given —
simple companionship
(the stuff of early dreams
portrayed as heaven)
a path to walk, so many ways
to wake up, to see new dimensions
folding out and multiplying views
Beauty of days, beauty of life,
beauty of others (known or not)
beauty of images which, dove-like,
come to rest with me
It’s easy enough to remember —
to let the blessings
fall upon my thought like rays,
to be in awe, to be illumined,
to let that light sustain me
and invoke my praise.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2019
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