This morning when the 5:30 alarm blared,
Wrung from sleep, I noticed
that the Lord’s Prayer
was singing in my mind
And it remained there
left over from my dream
And it continued
its words and melody into my day
So I considered
How do I let myself be so centered
that every breath of Spirit moves me?
How does my agenda stay
on how the law of Truth can use me?
— I held it dear, this clear intention
let it sift and order each dimension
let the songs, kaleidoscopic, overlap
let my memory keep coming back
to that keynote: to only seek to serve.
— thus coming into evening in serenity
savoring this small taste
of eternity.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2012