At the clean place
where we are all formed,
(not by history
or the ruts imposed on us)
Not formed by degradation or erosion,
but by the acclamation of our presence,
our hope, our love, our holding fast to life
In the moment we are formed,
not in the past sometime,
but here and now,
We can feel the pure Spirit that impels us –
our breath, our days, our joy,
steady fountain of our timeless being.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2020
Your poem reminds me of looking at that place, in the beginning,
where we were made perfect.
It is good to remember that in times of upheaval and pain.
We were and are perfect, in ourselves and in every situation.
Yes –
Sweet♥️♥️♥️🦋
❤
wow. gorgeous.
Thanks –