All these things
Await the touch of your eyes
Their molecules mirrors
To show you what you are
The soft humility
Which lets you receive
Each stone, each dewdrop
And all the myriad leaves
Which you have said you loved
Cannot be lost to you.
Practice helps
And if you can silence the chatter
It helps. No worry –
All these things
Still wait for you
No hurry
They have eternity to reciprocate
Your touch.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2011