Awaiting the cleansing
I catch myself bracing
for the onslaught of rushing water,
or is it fire? the truth so huge
it will purge me of everything
I thought was my substance, but isn’t

As if whoever that is, who braces
and anticipates, had anything
to do with me. No doubt
it will be among the first things
swept away, and then I’ll notice
that I was always
one with my creator.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 9, 2018