We will ride home
across golden meadows,
the gracious sun glowing at our coming,
our shadows stretching royal
along the welcome road;
We will ride home
supported by the very air,
caressed by the attending breeze.

We have done well,
as was decreed at our creating;
we have been
exactly as we were intended.
This fulfillment
comes from something higher
than our forms can comprehend,
this victory
our creator’s gift to us
of the particulars
of our design

We will ride home
as was written and is now enacted,
in the rich ease of being trusted.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2014