As we roll down the landscape
like wind-riding clouds
exulting in our stretching
and our shifting
and our effortless progression
through the expansive blue

There’s no need to remember
the shells we left behind —
how rigid they were, and how fragile,
and how essential we somehow
thought they were

No need to consider going back,
for everything we ever were is here —
our substance and our power,
now finally liberated
can take their place
in heaven’s sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2015