I have put it down,
the dark currency —
shaken my hands
for its good riddance

I tell myself —
just don’t pick it up,
yet I find it in my hands again.
It takes a mighty struggle
(so it says)
to let it go

But I am all light,
and it is that light
that pays my debts,
it is that light
in which I take my measure

And it is that light
of every one of us
that is our endless value —
no dark currency
has ever bought us.
In the light
we are all redeemed.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2016