in never needing
to be good
anymore
No need to put it by in furtive storage,
strategic hoarding
for future credit
No need to ferret out
how my accumulation
compares with others'
No need to run my banners up a mast
at chosen times, no need
to cast for accolades,
or falling short,
put on a braver face,
console myself with plans of being better
So I can smile into
the offer of the moment,
perfection given, bountiful,
for everyone together,
this being how it feels to know
there's none good but One,
and it is ours, and we belong within.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2023
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