Each day I live
is as dependent
on my activity
as is a fountain’s form,
whose dancing plumes
are only seen
so long as it keeps flowing

No grand success of yesterday
saves me from today,
no revelation
releases me from this day’s need
for my salvation

I fail, I fail each day
until I seek my source
which, rising up through me
along its natural course
achieves with ease
what I could not, by will or force,
comprising me for now and ever more.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2014