I hesitate to put my whole weight
down on the answer,
not wanting, once again,
to feel the setback,
not, once again, to feel the back seep
of misplaced hope,
the backward look confirming
I never really launched

I hesitate, but heaven’s traces
do proclaim themselves around me.
There is goodness
everywhere there is thought.
Let me look forward,
let me be overwhelmed by evidence,
as has been promised,
as in heaven, so on earth.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2018