something to run with,
something that kicks up
like quickening storm winds,
something within me to give me the vim
I will need for the long trek ahead
Maybe it's been here
but I haven't known it,
or I hadn't known it till now -
let me be faithful in living it eagerly,
moving with vigorous stride,
Spirit song surging inside.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2022
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