Starting Point

Every life has some deserts in it.

So I start with this — wind driven sand,

searing dry heat

and the sweeping of everything

till it’s bleached clean

I’ll start with this,

fighting my words back

to the starting point

through the cluttered

piles of mundanities

back to where the pure essence gleams

I start here in this desert

because of how clear

across the bones and rock

rings the voice of God.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 22, 2020