I reflect on the present times
when I’ve run afoul of the temporal —
burning the chicken,
letting mold destroy the car —
things are fine
until the moment when they’re not,
and then there is no turning back

All things temporal
can tumble …

There is a grace that rides along the top
of all events,
and cooks things perfectly,
and cares for all things well,
and, centered in the present,
is not slave
to how things fall

And though I stand here in this shambles
(such a mess to reckon with)
my next step
is not from here.

All things in time fall down
but grace will stand me on the ground.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2020