This morning quest
has me once again
seeking the well of hope,
learning what I hope for

Sipping the substance,
tasting the flavor –
my hope for truth, my desire
for life and love

I ponder: this indeed
must be the substance of my being,
this spark, this longing,
must hold the definition
of who I am

Must remind me
what I live by,
what I live for,
what will guide me
humble and exultant,
through the many turnings of my day.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2022