Let the paper of my life
be unscrumpled —
smooth it out with hands of revelation.
Let me feel their spreading touch
through my skin, through my bones,
let me stretch into the fullness of my being

Let the paper of my life
be transfigured,
the square of it giving place to light,
the pieces dispersing
like embered ash
leaving a bright space
replacing all that was written,
its opening dimension
now known as me.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2016