Sentinels

The deep relaxation waits

for any signal that you’re willing —

It comes in deep breath

and in the quiet touch of evening air,

It comes in rain drops and in rainbows

and in deep baths of warm water

Any sentinel of peace can impart it —

trees, and seas

and spaces in between the beads

of observation

When you enter,

Embody its sweet rhythm,

You, too, will stand

to welcome any seeker

into the blessed calm.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 29, 2014