We are called to this place
by something as insistent and elemental
as what causes leaves to turn,
and then to fall,
as what makes dewdrops form
in the cold moments before morning.
There is no question —
When we have filled our lungs
and feel our hearts made ready,
we will sing —
words we never heard before,
a tune we didn’t know
but which will find its tones
in perfect harmony
with everyone who has been called.
We turn alone
but we are many —
uncountable, assembled
to be the new voice pouring forth
in wonder. Changing everything.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2013
Attending.