In the circle we had drawn
and sanctified by what we each had shared
In the space before the moonrise
As the sun departed softly
We united in our silent circle prayers
High on the hill, accompanied by kites
We whispered our desires,
We held them to the sky
And then together, when we all were ready
Sent them seven circle rounds and home
The common movement’s unity
The confluence of fervency
The power of our prayers
The comfort of community
Became a catalyst, I’m sure
(Beginning with each consciousness here present
Continuing with each one we each touch)
For something that, unfurled
Will now transform the world
In each of our perceptions and beyond.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2012
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