Feet step out in wonder —
Try to describe this,
soaring down the tailwinds,
bright spirited day after the squall
Flowers bloomed where she walked —
that was one way to say it,
joy meeting joy
not something precious or singular,
just the natural way of moving
and its expected effects
Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
(I shall have a legacy of blessing)
all the days of my life
that’s a way to say it, too,
in the house of presence
where each breath
brings forth fruit.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2019
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