“In my Father’s house”

In this house

There’s room enough for everyone.

There’s room for those

who need to go slow,

whose moves are ponderous

and often hesitating,

Who may seem to forget sometimes

where they are going.

There’s room for those

who only lightly touch down

in the quick flitting of skittering motion,

Hardly here for long enough

to cast a shadow,

But wanting to have weight

and be remembered.

There’s room for those who need to lead

And those who wish to follow,

Room to blaze in brilliance,

Room to wait in silence.

Room for both those born within

And those who came from far,

Room for all to grow

and so step in to what they are.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 14, 2013