There were rustlings
between the prayers,
stirrings, agitation,
There were pretensions
among some players,
twitching efforts
to effect distraction

Yet there was no assailing
the potent truth
and its unfurling
like great wings, like huge
flocks of birds
launched by an unerring impulse,
following a necessary wave,
creating dynamic calm —
a sky-full of it,
large enough to welcome
even all the chatterers,
strong enough eventually
to bring them peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2014