I’ve given up knowing
what should be in my days,
what should be in my years

(having come up with terrifying emptiness
one too many times)

I’ve given up thinking
I could choose this, or steer
my world to any kind of outcome

My faith, then, is in the daily gifts –
the promise in bright sparkles,
the sparkle of bright promise,
that which comes steady and confident
into my mind, and shows me what I’m here for,
if only for today.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 3, 2022