True innocence
has no ignorance —
I learn this as I ride
the storm washed day,
I feel it as I pick my way
through my internal disarray
and feel the rays of light
infusing gradual understanding

This innocence
has not been torched by tragedy
and has not been imprisoned
in walls of fear,
this innocence steps clear
of all the crashing disillusionment,
of all the terror,
irrepressible assertion
that we are good to the core,
that we can steer by this
because we always are.

Therefore I saw your face as though it were the face of God,
and you were pleased with me.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2016