Though we had imagined
a grand falling
attended, perhaps, by fire
and much bloodshed —
courageous sacrifice
to stand against the roaring maw —
and finally, colossal crashing,
followed by
a slow and tenuous rebuilding,
In the end
it was more a transformation,
a subtle redefining, a soft shifting,
something felt within the bones,
which then was seen in a great clearing —
dissolving of a shroud
(to our astonishment)
that we, up to that point,
had thought was sky —
And all the things
that never quite made sense
were then revealed
and so we claimed our place,
regenerated, healed.
© Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2013