Bedrock

Take me down to the bedrock,

Plant my feet

on something that’s not shifting

as days flow like dreams

and dreams flow like sand

along the sinking dunes of my perception

I can make no more conclusions

from any set of givens

sold in the market

of social norms

And I can find nothing

of enduring value

in the schools or in the stores

But there is something I can stand on,

step by step, there is a way to walk,

Guide my feet,

set them down surely

on eternal Spirit,

my only rock.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 31, 2014