My heart is open, and a wind blows through it
A wind of longing and of deep hope
For this my life, what I may give to it
As sun gives magic to the far slope
The rush of high I feel, what calls it forth?
Is it these people, are they like none other?
Is this my tribe, my compass home, my true north
Just taken half a lifetime to discover?
Or is there something else, a shift in attitude
That lights me up, and everything I know
A unilateral influx of gratitude
That shows us shining in our native glow?
If so, it signifies a clear design
Where everything that lives may so align.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2011