As I seek a way
to smooth the river of your voice
so it runs clear,
the way I’ve always heard it up till now,
I know it can’t be words I use
(for stones, however well placed,
won’t stop the rush,
won’t still the turbulence)
Instead I lean in to our source,
the Principle, the essence of our being,
I name that as the cause
of everything we hope,
and all we strive for,
and all we do –
I let that be the course
for all our currents,
and all that runs
must hence run true.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2022
