Almost spring
Almost Irish
Altogether blessed
By seeing for a moment
that all inclusive motion
River of the whole bright universe
Carrying us all
in its ecstatic fall of joy
Everything suspended in its current
Flowing with it, we don’t sense its speed
Or how its ever-presence meets our need
Yet if our ears once notice its resounding rush
Or if our skin once feels its equipollent push
How can we help but feel transported, lifted
And in the miracle of life, supremely gifted
Almost spring
Almost Irish
In the rare, transcendent view
that senses nature’s ancient blessings
ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 17, 2012
Bless you, my clear-eyed friend.