through the quiet air,
the soft breezes,
warm and wistful
have lifted
the scent of lilacs
and brought it here
I will reach through this
drifting afternoon,
to find the prayer
that knows the heart
of all these living things,
and brings me there,
where I, too, can know
my core and highest cause,
where I, too, can be the message
long awaited, gladly shared.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2018
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