Birds flock and thrive in Useless Bay
and a profusion of sand dollars
finds the shallow waters perfect
In the great long breath of the tides
So much life is nourished —
No bay is useless.

No one is useless —
Each being is designed
to serve its own purpose,
Not the blind command
of someone else’s machinations
but the fine demand
of all that strives to live

And though it has been hidden,
By and by you have to see
that who you are, for you,
has never been frivolity.
No moment of your being
has been wasted,
Each breath has served
your existential purpose
And who you are has always been
precisely
what the universe
most needs for you to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 13, 2014