Maybe there isn’t an easy way.
Maybe my journey forward
is long and hard. My joy, though,
is that there is a way,
and I can take it on

Today the winter solstice sun
has shined its gift, benevolent,
while rays of clouds assembled
the day before the storm

The sea, surprising in its paleness,
has given illustration:
this is the light, so live in it,
filled, transparent, humble, vast

The rain that comes tomorrow,
will offer its own gifts. If I can stay
reflective, true, responsive, kind,
I’ll know where next to set my foot
and that will be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2018