Because we are dearly loved,
we haven’t been left
to wander through this dream alone.
The guiding signs have been written
in the pattern of ferns,
in the movement of clouds

They have been placed
in the throats of birds,
irresistible for them to sing,
They have been given to us in scents
and in the breath of winds

And set down, too, in words
which, though in dream state
we may think of as commandments,
are ways for us to fathom
what we are,
these truths that, when we keep them,
anchor everything,
and with their clearing focus
wake us up.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2016