My entrance into the secret place
and the stillness there
is assured

The door is anywhere,
close as my thought,
close as my prayer

A quick lasso around
the rapid scramble of the day,
a net that holds
the worried chattering at bay

A silent sinking
into the depths of truth,
a steady drinking
of what fulfills me

And I am home
as I have always been,
in peace and power
same as I ever was.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2017