We will hold the light
We will acknowledge
What you are is ever filled by Spirit
As cupped hands catch falling water
Always full, and always, too, releasing
Refilled, in every moment, by its source
In this bright stream
no harsh insertion of a foreign object
no collision
can mar the substance of your being
No extraction, no subtraction
can reduce your essence.
So we’ll keep on seeing
your strong life
asserting still its sacred place
Still radiant, still free
Still reestablishing itself
in steady flow and unremitting grace.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2012