In this house
There’s room enough for everyone.
There’s room for those
who need to go slow,
whose moves are ponderous
and often hesitating,
Who may seem to forget sometimes
where they are going.
There’s room for those
who only lightly touch down
in the quick flitting of skittering motion,
Hardly here for long enough
to cast a shadow,
But wanting to have weight
and be remembered.
There’s room for those who need to lead
And those who wish to follow,
Room to blaze in brilliance,
Room to wait in silence.
Room for both those born within
And those who came from far,
Room for all to grow
and so step in to what they are.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 14, 2013