Let me go back even now
to that place I discovered
in early morning prayer,
the place that felt like sunrise
beneath a long low cloud bank,
the place where, if I start there,
my hope rises, light and buoyant,
my prospects for the day
stretch out infinite,
my faith is shown to be
not something I must conjure,
but rather my connection,
sure and strong, to all that floods
the early day with light

Let me remember —
when I start there, I don’t need
a regimen of reform:
when I start there,
I have arrived.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2017