don't ask it to prove itself -
consent to it
and you will see it rise
like wisps of morning fog,
you'll see it
in a tree limb's gesture,
you'll feel it
like the sun across the hill,
bringing hope with it,
shedding light on purpose
Consent to joy -
it wants to shine in you,
it wants you,
all of you -
it wants you as you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2022
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