I’m called now to notice
the kindness with which
the line of my life has been laid down,
the patience with me in the places
where I let fear and arrogance
cast me indelible
to colors and lines I was offered
How I’ve been given, each time,
another opportunity
to receive the opening
that will render me more alive, more true,
to my intended being. Look,
this isn’t a finite page, a finite play,
this isn’t a chance I could miss
This is the infinite,
this is its song of me,
these are the colors, the lines and the light,
this is the life that is steadily given me,
this is the song that I am.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2021
I love this poem, Wendy. It’s my birthday week and I find myself doing a lot of reflecting. You speak so powerfully of grace. Thank you for sharing your work.
Thank you for receiving it- I hope your birthday week continues to be meaningful!