Commandments

Because we are dearly loved,

we haven’t been left

to wander through this dream alone.

The guiding signs have been written

in the pattern of ferns,

in the movement of clouds

They have been placed

in the throats of birds,

irresistible for them to sing,

They have been given to us in scents

and in the breath of winds

And set down, too, in words

which, though in dream state

we may think of as commandments,

are ways for us to fathom

what we are,

these truths that, when we keep them,

anchor everything,

and with their clearing focus

wake us up.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 28, 2016