Development

Let rain wash around my stones,

Let wind drop fallen leaves

along my fences,

Let the gathered nutrient

from all my edges

call forth ever richer

teaming life

Build up my attention along contour

so what flows to me slows down,

Drops its gift to my receiving gratitude

Let me take the time to soak it in

There is no end

to the permission Life gives

and the ever-presence

of its care,

Its willingness to bless

gives rise to ever new recurrences

of the splendid circle

where all the living things

resound in bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 8, 2013