Make me new, each day,
remind me of the bright strength
that waits, quicksilver, for me to ride,
always safe from any efforts
to frame it stiff, subvert it,
remind me of the over-welling love
that floods out all attempts
to make it small

Not what I own,
but what is mine
by virtue of belonging
in all that is,
not what I thought I was,
but what I am,
ever surging with the infinite.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2016