I’m getting ready,
storing up the words,
letting them steep in their power.
They cannot be spoken till their time —
They need to leap across a certain space
and they won’t go
until they know
someone’s there to catch them.
In a real sense
this is not a performance —
I can only bring one half of the arch.
I can only trust that,
in accordance with the Law of Love,
the other half will be supplied by others,
and the circuit will connect
and the light will beam.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 26, 2013