Give me the grace
to leave enough space
to hold an open emptiness
in which truth can be heard

Attune my mind
so I can find
the words, but also pauses,
the rests which let the melody
form and come full circle

A rush of argument
will not convince,
however well conceived —
I’m learning now: only in silence
is anything received

Then let me listen
to all the spaces in between,
let me breathe with them
down into their stillness,
Let me wait until
the quiet opens out —
let me not speak
until the space has spoken.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2015