If you are lost,
if in your story
you are missing
pieces of yourself —
perhaps your peace,
perhaps your groundedness —
if in your story
you are waiting to be saved

Look now, for in this very afternoon
where breezes chase each other
through grasses and daisies,
The ground holds everything.

It holds you as well,
infusing your feet
with all the power you need,
spreading the strength
of the whole earth
into the heart of your presence.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2015