Sometimes an image comes
in the colors you see
when your eyes close  –
the purples where the lights were,
the glinting nets of dark green

Sometimes an image comes
while you’re looking at something
like rain from the roof edge
dripping, bouncing its drops
into a hole it has made in the earth

And you’re looking at that
and thinking of depth,
and the infinite care
of the Life that will stay with you
throughout the gravest of stages –
whatever can show you – and you alone –
so you will see it, how it is still there

And will make sure
you come to know it
in the fully satisfying way
that it knows you.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2022