As she began to pull her glorious love
out and out,
As it billowed and wrapped
its luxurious fabric,
Covering more and more,
She began to understand:
This love is not about being trapped
This love can’t be kept in a box,
Can’t be contained
This love is about weaving the world
It is the stuff that holds all the things together
It can hold a man,
A clan,
The flow of peace throughout the land,
It can harmonize the seas
And set all things at ease —
Look how everyone dives into it
with such abandon,
Such confidence that it will bear them up!
She sees she needn’t fear she won’t be strong enough
to keep the threads together
The love she spins has purpose of its own
It sends its strength back to her weaving hands —
Held in its web, she can’t feel all alone.
It doesn’t matter if she’s asked
to care for all that is,
For she can do it:
Her love was made for this.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 20, 2013