In the place of home
named Who You Are,
nothing ruffles you

You will still hear
the raging outside,
you will see the great array
of arguments and power plays
that say you should be
scared and cowed and battered

But yours will be the peace
of being untouched
by anything that’s not your maker,
unplayed
by anything that’s not
your sweet musician,
unmoved by anything
except the grand harmonic motion
that defines you, new in every moment,
that delights you in the humming
of your being.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 19, 2018