The source of everything,
the source that gives me everything,
will give me this as well:

The hearing of rain coming —
patters in the distant fields —
the chatter of little birds,
crows’ pontifications,
the upwelling behind my eyes
that shows me how much I care

And it gives me
all the thoughts that dip their threads
through the present hour,
that trail their colored tendrils
through the bubbling mix of How I Feel

And the perfect timing
that finds us cozy as rains descend —
We will receive everything
as we need it,
including the gratitude
that lets our joy take root.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2016