Let’s talk about
silence
Let’s let the rain
do the talking for us
(tapping patter and the rush of rivulets)
Let’s consider
that no raindrop
does the falling of another

It is not my job
to influence, persuade,
not my work
to make assessments,
Not even mine
to set examples
(thinking that they really should be followed)

Mine, instead, to notice
and to magnify
that which rises freely
from its own reception
of the blessed touch of thought,
that which drops unerring
into its own purpose,
from its own source.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2015

And if we must begin again,
let us take the care to do it right —
Let us take each breath with love,
let us delight
in the extraordinary quality,
the singularity
of this divine and precious entity

Let us lay a foundation
of reliable support,
let us be clear
how much we, too, are blessed
by this relationship

Let us let her own source
unfold her nature,
true as it’s always been,
fully empowered,
at every moment able
(even now)
to bring her blissful splendor
into light.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2015