Standing at the point of who I am,
I will not be cowed
by the arenas stretching out before me,
each one claiming
that I must take their challenge,
must imbibe the bitter fear they offer,
and the almost certain disappointment –
must be tested
and probably found wanting,
at least helpless
to see good prevail

I need not go out
from who I am –
I can bring that with me,
and as it is written,
the trees of the field
will clap their hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 19, 2020