Spirit is my cradle.
So many hands reach out for love
Grasp at each other, try
to find that solid holding
that can take their weight
and bear them up
So many hands
(mine included)
have felt the flailing
as the hands we reached for
were trying desperately
to have us hold them
And we all kept falling
through the emptiness
of our shared need
But Spirit is our cradle
Resting here, our hands reach out
and give each other
what we have so endlessly desired.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 18, 2013