There is no part, no particle,
no path of life
moving in the over-under cycle —
down, down to the depths of brown,
up, up in springing green —
which is not held in Love,
and so attended,
profoundly celebrated in its present state,
wherever it may stand along the circle.
There is no end
to the bold, exploring,
pioneering edge of life
which leads with eager interest
and is fed
with all the newness
that rewards its rapt attention,
cascading and rising,
flowing and turning,
round and round the cycle,
ever free.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 14, 2013