Rush

My heart is open, and a wind blows through it

A wind of longing and of deep hope

For this my life, what I may give to it

As sun gives magic to the far slope

The rush of high I feel, what calls it forth?

Is it these people, are they like none other?

Is this my tribe, my compass home, my true north

Just taken half a lifetime to discover?

Or is there something else, a shift in attitude

That lights me up, and everything I know

A unilateral influx of gratitude

That shows us shining in our native glow?

If so, it signifies a clear design

Where everything that lives may so align.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 4, 2011