to that place I discovered
in early morning prayer,
the place that felt like sunrise
beneath a long low cloud bank,
the place where, if I start there,
my hope rises, light and buoyant,
my prospects for the day
stretch out infinite,
my faith is shown to be
not something I must conjure,
but rather my connection,
sure and strong, to all that floods
the early day with light
Let me remember —
when I start there, I don’t need
a regimen of reform:
when I start there,
I have arrived.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2017
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