Needed

All of them needed to know —

needed a way to look up

from their burdened lives,

from their crashed or crushed visions,

the dysphoric drag of suffocating stories,

they needed a better way

to catch a breath

than the scrabbled pushing aside

of some of the worst weights

All of them — the ones thought fortunate

and the ones thought down and out, 

needed something more,

needed this —

the bright assurance

welling from within,

the blessed kinship

with all that’s light and lovely,

the solid truth about their royal being,

never held down,

supplying all their needs.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 25, 2019