Serenity

This morning when the 5:30 alarm blared,

Wrung from sleep, I noticed

that the Lord’s Prayer

was singing in my mind

And it remained there

left over from my dream

And it continued

its words and melody into my day

So I considered

How do I let myself be so centered

that every breath of Spirit moves me?

How does my agenda stay 

on how the law of Truth can use me?

— I held it dear, this clear intention

let it sift and order each dimension

let the songs, kaleidoscopic, overlap

let my memory keep coming back

to that keynote: to only seek to serve.

— thus coming into evening in serenity

savoring this small taste

of eternity.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 7, 2012