and the stillness there
is assured
The door is anywhere,
close as my thought,
close as my prayer
A quick lasso around
the rapid scramble of the day,
a net that holds
the worried chattering at bay
A silent sinking
into the depths of truth,
a steady drinking
of what fulfills me
And I am home
as I have always been,
in peace and power
same as I ever was.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2017
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