Harmonic

The sand won’t fail to ripple

in the pattern of the light,

in the pattern of the waves,

in the pattern of the wind and tides

The harmony of light and shadow,

ebb and flow, advance, receding,

holds each grain of sand

here where your toes, delighted,

find them

So it is with what we call our lives —

nothing puts it into place,

nothing holds it there

except the truth that permeates our days,

harmonic waves of blessed, light-touched life.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 30, 2018