Love flows in
to all the hidden places
Love’s balm,
Love’s calm
allays all fear, aligns the inner graces.
Every anxious flailing churning clamoring
is put to rest in Love’s deep-running channeling.
Only what is wholesome can grow here,
All progress so attuned to Love,
All purpose clear.
Let me humbly move at Love’s direction,
Hallowed in Love’s joy and pure affection,
So removed from every claim of pain,
Firm and settled in Love’s holy reign.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2013