We traded in the currency of wisdom —
Bright beads strung on chains of story,
held out in our gesticulating hands,
exchanged in channels of our care
We were all lit up
in the refracted rays
of those deep gems
we each had mined,
ofttimes in solitary toil,
and now could bring out in the light
to share
So we grew richer,
the wealth of these being
the way they multiply when seen,
the way they fill up our dark places
with a glow that warms us solidly
while still revealing
their enticing depth.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2014