We walk almost in trance
Remembering
Doing things no one has taught us
Doing them because we must —
Some ancient edict
has brought us to this point
Insistent hunger drives us to the place
where we may find ourselves together
learning grace
Slowly, we pick up and wear the wisdom
Older than the schools
and the long, loud rush of words
and the frantic reasoning
intoned over and over
The words of those who would impose
a logic to their will
and make us think we need to do
the things that scatter, kill
us off, to cull the ones
who for a time can do the bidding
of a voice that doesn’t care.
But we return
Some of us, at first
Then a few more
We come in ones and twos
But we are many
And listening within
Each of us knows
this thing we need to do
So we unite
First join hands
Then learn to breathe together
Then learn to hold the space for one another,
To shine the light that magnifies each person’s gift
That brings us into peace and closes up the rift
Till we can weave our separate music into one voice
To reconstruct our primal song, and so rejoice.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2012
Picture: Jennifer McCurdy Vortex Vessel, Photo by Gary Mirando
Picture: Jennifer McCurdy Vortex Vessel, Photo by Gary Mirando