Friday, 14 November 2025

One Poem by Ulrica Hume

 






Amulet 

 

 

in my meditation a golden amulet appears 

a vessel of thank yous 

for when i’m feeling dread 

 

it is imperfect,  

a second skin 

the world beyond 

filtered through 

still serene music 

 

i cannot share it 

it is yours already 

shared by being 

a reciprocal innocence 

 

take heed, 

the gift atomic 

joy in the eye of the green things 

a slant of light 

a cause 

divine 

 

call it nothing 

call me yours 

i surrender to the logic 

of silence 

i surrender to love








 

Ulrica Hume is the author of An Uncertain Age, a spiritual mystery novel, and House of Miracles, a collection of stories, one of which was selected by PEN and broadcast on NPR. Her work appears online, in literary journals, and in anthologies. Find her @uhume.bsky.social


1 comment:

  1. Made me think, as usual—as your work always does.

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