Repentance

After this, I’m hoping

to remember to surrender daily,

or more often, as needed,

to give up all the small accumulations

trying to accrete,

to make themselves be something

and to fool me into thinking they are me

Ach — let them all dissolve,

may their lurid blooms float up

and dissipate

in the springing forth of what sustains me,

in the burble lift of purification,

the constant renewing of my place

in the unity of being.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 9, 2020