The sky is waiting
for the dawn of you —
your full orb to follow
these beams which already
have lighted and thrilled it

We are waiting
for our fingers
to meet your outstretched hands,
for the sweet interlock
through which will course
unbounded joy

There’s no hurry about it:
What we see already of you
is enough for now —
the bright anticipation
kindles us, in this moment’s reception
of all that glows glorious
as your heart rises.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2015