In the clutter of the stories
I’m prone to tell myself,
there is danger of getting lost

This time I check myself
against the gravity
of how this offering
will feel to you

I check its underside
for hints of instruction
(which might imply
I thought you needed change)
I check to see if its assertions
are made from wish fulfillment
on my part

Nothing but my pure love
is worthy of you.
Nothing but my pure love
is worthy of me.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 2, 2015