Cradled

Spirit is my cradle.

So many hands reach out for love

Grasp at each other, try

to find that solid holding

that can take their weight

and bear them up

So many hands

(mine included)

have felt the flailing

as the hands we reached for

were trying desperately

to have us hold them

And we all kept falling

through the emptiness

of our shared need

But Spirit is our cradle

Resting here, our hands reach out

and give each other

what we have so endlessly desired.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 18, 2013