Today I have proof
that nothing is lost,
though the hounds of regret
may howl and whine,
though sorrow sinks like cold air
into the place where hope has been uprooted

The great Love that fills all space
will finally be felt embracing everything,
and every loss will prove to be
a place that fills with joy
and all misunderstandings
will be redeemed

Even the most unconscionable blindnesses
will be revealed — eyes will be opened,
remorse flowing like tides
till all is equalled
and everyone will get to go home

Nothing is lost —
not chances, not years,
All will have their moment
to be the gift of love.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2017