What’s needed here will not be said with words
though if I knew the magic words, I’d use them
And I don’t need to understand the whys
the rationale, the story – not that I’d refuse them
Just that somewhere deep beneath the story
a universal need peeks through, quite clear
To feel the arms that always reach out for you
the endless depth to which you are held dear
Though these are just my arms, I hope they show you
(as any person’s arms perhaps could do)
What joy it gives the Infinite to know you
How precious is your essence, and how true
No sentencing can stand, however tough
You walk in grace, and grace is good enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2011