Untouched

In the place of home

named Who You Are,

nothing ruffles you

You will still hear 

the raging outside,

you will see the great array

of arguments and power plays

that say you should be

scared and cowed and battered

But yours will be the peace

of being untouched

by anything that’s not your maker,

unplayed

by anything that’s not

your sweet musician,

unmoved by anything

except the grand harmonic motion

that defines you, new in every moment,

that delights you in the humming

of your being.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 19, 2018