This morning, I named as prayer
the moment of waiting
for what I recognize
as the meaning of everything,
the source of my sense of purpose,
the spring of my joy,
to come to mind,
to establish itself
as my illumination,
my balance point,
on which I will weigh everything,
from which I can determine
what I love,
what is true

This morning, first thing,
while I was tending the fire,
I noticed that everyone
must be able to find this –
as sure as everyone has breath,
everyone must have
some kind of prayer.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 13, 2021