Let’s talk about
silence
Let’s let the rain
do the talking for us
(tapping patter and the rush of rivulets)
Let’s consider
that no raindrop
does the falling of another

It is not my job
to influence, persuade,
not my work
to make assessments,
Not even mine
to set examples
(thinking that they really should be followed)

Mine, instead, to notice
and to magnify
that which rises freely
from its own reception
of the blessed touch of thought,
that which drops unerring
into its own purpose,
from its own source.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2015