Holding On

Take me in

to hidden chambers

Lift the secret latches

Solve the puzzle locks

Bring me into mystery

and endow me there

What I’ve heard in silence

I will shout from mountains

It is right

that everybody hear this truth

That it begin to offer

another way of seeing

another way to be:

Spirit, I will hold you

I will cling

like an infant

to my mother

I will not let go

I’ll feel the flow

of infant love

that holds on tight with such need

in the instinct of connection

but not in desperation —

in affection

Spirit, when you fly

and the wind rushes around us

and the land 

falls away beneath us

and the air grows cool

I will cling

to your warmth

I will hold on with love

and whoop

with heart-rush joy.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 4, 2012