We are not passengers —
we are the horse

We are the ones running
and each of us can feel
the surprise touch,
each of us can be awakened
from our sense of waiting
for someone else to do the miracle
so we can cheer

We already are the miracle,
we already are the shining
of Love’s children —
look at us
I mean look at yourself
on the inside

You’ll see it, that chain of light
all laced through you,
the one you fight for every day,
the one you live for

We are the miracle
and nothing stops us
from running through to claim it.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2017