In the morning
I seek out my Spirit home –
sometimes it’s right there,
sometimes, as today,
it seems a long journey  –
it seems dark, it seems drizzly,
puddles settling in again to places
the sun routed them from yesterday,
platitudes trying to referee my thoughts

But Spirit is all present
(thank heaven for that!)
and there are many places
kindly held open
for that awareness to seep through

I may exert great effort
(not letting go until I’m blessed)
but my effort doesn’t win it –
Omnipresence, finally,
is what finds me home.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2021