I am the workmanship
of what I love.
So I discover my Maker.

What I thought it was my duty to uphold
is what is holding me,
what I believed was my creation
was my perception, blurred though it was,
of my Creator

This is cause for laughter
and deep sighs of relief —
I thought that I must fail
to bring the vision forth,
but it is brought —
brought to me by the only eyes
I’ll ever know, the only Mind
in which my love can dwell.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2018