Remembering

We walk almost in trance

Remembering

Doing things no one has taught us

Doing them because we must —

Some ancient edict

has brought us to this point

Insistent hunger drives us to the place

where we may find ourselves together

learning grace

Slowly, we pick up and wear the wisdom

Older than the schools

and the long, loud rush of words

and the frantic reasoning

intoned over and over

The words of those who would impose

a logic to their will

and make us think we need to do

the things that scatter, kill

us off, to cull the ones

who for a time can do the bidding 

of a voice that doesn’t care.

But we return

Some of us, at first

Then a few more

We come in ones and twos

But we are many

And listening within

Each of us knows 

this thing we need to do

So we unite

First join hands

Then learn to breathe together

Then learn to hold the space for one another,

To shine the light that magnifies each person’s gift

That brings us into peace and closes up the rift

Till we can weave our separate music into one voice

To reconstruct our primal song, and so rejoice.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 9, 2012


Picture: Jennifer McCurdy Vortex Vessel, Photo by Gary Mirando