I offer this moment —
Gift to Spirit,
Gift to the ever unfolding presence —
This time of the half moon gaining strength
against the deepening of evening,
These trees, now in silhouette,
with their occasional hushed
lofty observations,
This time of walking
on the quiet pavement
while distant traffic roars
and headlights sometimes loom
down the suburban streets . . .

I offer this moment
and wait to receive
in whatever way it may come
the gift of here and now.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2014