All of these whirlings —
frenzied opinions bouncing
against each other,
frazzled worries gnawing
at the air,
These will cease,
and everything will settle
in the calm continuity
of our care
No fear, for though life’s torrents
cast our prognoses into doubt
and though we can’t predict
how our projections will come out,
We know the rich weight
of all that’s real
will still be with us
when the dust clears.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2013
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