You were here
when the morning stars sang together,
you were here
at the foundation of the earth

When you know yourself as essence,
as what steps out in wonder
at the gifts of the day,
you can see that years
have never changed you,
and all the twists of circumstance
will always fail to knot you up
in some unfortunate condition

Your belovedness
is clear as light
and as immutable —
you don’t need to make yourself be anything —
you are here

And I will tell you this
every day, every hour,
as often as you need it,
and if I weren’t here
the day would still tell you the same thing.
The trees, the wind, the bright waves on the water
—they will tell you, and the birds will, too.
Listen, and you will hear.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2019