Your soul each morning
walks out open,
arms spread, ready as a kite
to catch the updraft of being,
to soar and scud, to dive and dance
along the upward currents,
to rise and rise,
even as your gifts flow
out and around,
to let the impulse multiply
and come back through again,
ever cycling, ever linked
by mutual nourishment
to other cycles,
other life forms rising and releasing,
all of us emerging as a whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2016