Let me be nourished, these years,
by the pure essence
of what I am,
as it rises, churning forth light,
to meet what calls it,
as it answers with its own self
the summons to expand,
to venture forth like stars
in a young universe,
to feed itself with acts of blessing
it is called to give,
to feel itself becoming, more and more,
the very heart of all it has desired
In that way, after three years,
let me stand before the king,
for any king will see
this light outshines
any standards of the world,
this light is true -
true, always, to its source.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2020
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