This world in which we’ve run,
silly and small and sad,
(recursive rounds of mindlessness
blinding us
in blarings of so many things
we never really cared about)
may be crumbling,

But it is also fading,
and the blaze of our love
is forging new connections —
networks for our light
to run along and multiply,
illumining the bedrock of our being,
the deep source
of our sweet, eternal spring.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2013