Spirit, save me
from the side-wards slide,
the sense of dissonance,
the double vision —
Give me a sense of me
in which I can abide,
some clear stability,
purpose and mission

I can’t bear to be beholden
to whims of chemicals,
to be side-swiped
by chained reactions
trundling through me
like freight trains
bearing cargoes of speculation

I can’t bear to see
my sweet confidence
shriveled like unwatered seedlings,
laid out along the soil,
fast disappearing

Spirit, I need your breath
to steady me, remind me
of your presence
and the anchored truth
that holds me ever more —
the centered touch
that frees my life to soar.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2014