There is, in our connection, wonder.
Afterwards, when hollow longing
dogs our door,
let us remember:

All the light we forged
still glows within,
and the spark that made it
never lacks the fuel
to start a warming blaze
and to sustain the joy and purpose
that charmed us so, before —

There’s no cold aftermath
to anything that’s meaningful.
We live, after all, in the adventure —
we live the bright unfolding dance of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2018