Calmly we are instructed
to stop whatever it was we were doing,
whatever it was we were thinking,
and wait for the lifting,
the gentle sifting
where all the cold gray lumps
of worry, expectation, disappointment,
precipitate and fall away
and the pure joy
of flying in Soul’s murmuration
becomes the center
of what and where we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2018
Loved the tribute yesterday. Your poetry was beautiful. Ed’s sharing was so touching.
I thought things sent in thru invite we’re going to be read. Did you guys ever see my little poem?
Yes, Linda, we enjoyed it — thanks. There was a memory tree that written comments sent beforehand got to hang on, and that people could add to while they were there.