Touched

In feeding we are fed,

In meeting we are met,

In every act of willingness

to come forth empty to the touch point,

we are filled

The fountain rises bubbling

from the awe-struck rock,

The flames burst out

from the friction’s spark,

The inspiration rushes

suddenly and steadily

into the open space

prepared by humbleness

for great paths of wind

sweeping into the deepest chambers,

touching the quick,

igniting swift

life fire within.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 20, 2014