walking through the set again,
asking myself, how and when
can I get myself to someplace real?
— Where, when I ask,
What is my role? Whose lives
does my livelihood support? —
I’ll feel the ground
beneath the answer,
the solid good
of my days,
and how it nurtures others,
I’ll taste the sustenance
in that support
And then I ask myself,
Are not the lines of light here?
Don’t I have power, right now,
in kindness I may extend,
in how I see people true?
Is not deliverance
in having no excuses,
Is not the ground I seek
in every heart?
©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2016
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