Spirit Home

This is where our spirits fly

when they need to be at home,

when they need to be seen,

when they need to stretch out

along the lines of one another,

need to glide in the steady intention

of time-lapsed clouds and plants,

ever attending the trend of our merging,

in sinuous touch of this moment emerging

This is the nest of spirit home

feathered with gifts we each have grown,

welcoming each, in touch and song,

making each shining our own.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 22, 2013