If I wanted to save someone  –
anyone  –
though I didn’t know them,
though I wished them well,
just in a general sense –
if I wanted to be of help somehow

Perhaps there’s a practice –
enlarging my tent –
in which I recognize
the core of power
present in everyone,
and how fervently
that core loves truth,
and how it is so nourished
by its own integrity
that no other proposition
affords temptation

How it doesn’t take a movement,
but just for that core
to rise up
in any heart, in any life,
and we will see corruption fall
like lightening from heaven,
collapse to nothingness,
and so many who were bound
will step free.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2021