We are attracted
to the ancient woods
and to the ancient books
and to the words
that taste like stardust
timeless and mysterious
We are looking
for deep roots
and runes of truth
and something to remind us
of the way home
So long lost
in the ephemera of thinking
we are made of whim
of dust —
pawns in a creation not our own —
We seek the gravitation
that weights our essence
focuses our thrust
We keep on turning to it
Try to be still enough
to feel its pull upon us
to feel it guiding us
We keep on asking for it
We give it all our trust
We will surrender to it
because we must.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2012