The day grows late,
the shadows longer,
much I attended to
has passed away,
old goals abandoned,
and former hunger
is just an echo,
a line erased
Yet new fires burn,
new lights are kindled -
I look out from my eyes
and feel brand new,
for as I turn
from earth to Spirit,
a veil is lifted
from my view
There's still a long road
stretched out before me,
unending need
for me to pray -
the thought that I may
do good to someone
sustains my hope
and points my way.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2020
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