There is no word
for the vastness of this Love.
It encompasses
so many oceans of tears,
it melts
every shard of broken, wounded fears,
It sweeps up everything
whose individual outcome
seemed to matter so much,
it holds them softly,
makes each a gem,
a light-refracting prism
of more brilliance
than they knew to hope for,
Sets all of us
on our sure and glorious course,
smoothes us together,
releases us
into the bright waterfall
where we sing our days,
still held, still safe,
still wrapped in rapture,
whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2015