If I could give you anything
I’d give you one moment
of knowing
how deeply you are accepted
How perfectly you belong
in this particular place and time
In this singular infinity we call
Here and now
I’d give you the grounded certainty
that you are loved
Seen for what you are
and loved for that
— all of it —
(What you hoped was normal
What you feared was strange
What you didn’t dare affirm
to be your precious, holy gifts)
Having given that
I’d give you it again
I’d give it to you every day
and every time I saw you
One time of knowing is a touchstone
But knowing all the time
is daily bread.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2012