Standing With You

You don’t need me to be with your fear,

you need me to go with you to where

you have never been afraid,

where you are so sure

of your place among

the forces that move everything,

where you own the free walking

down the winds along the high hills,

and the swift soaring 

between craggy canyon walls

and the profound stillness

of the center point

from which you know how you will move

I hear the raw keening

in your cry of fear,

but through the static

I also hear your clear tone.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 8, 2016