Under the hand of
that which holds me
with gentle humor
comes the release
of a great weight
and the relief of knowing
all my guilt and ignorance and fear
are nothing

They have not turned my maker against me,
they have not barred me
from the place of peace,
there is no sentence
meted out in loss of joy

I am beloved, as it turns out,
and incapable of falling,
and none of this worry
has made me drop
in the esteem of that which
loved me from the start
and always will.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2017