Hold Me

I will hold you

until all your anxieties

and all your busy analyzers

turn around three times

and settle down

I will hold you 

till the counsel of your inner stillness

finds its fire,

lights up its knowing

I will hold you

until all your little animals —

the ones that hover in the dark

just out of view —

come curious and hopeful

to the fire, and,

still alert but now calm,

lie down

You can hold me

till all my little animals

leave all their little dreads,

come in to settle by the fire.

Yes, you can hold me the same.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 24, 2014