Author Archives: Wendy

Comfort against the Wrath of Last Days

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You may remember
words about divine wrath –
you may have trembled,
and you may wonder
at the troubling signs
of these emergent times

Wrath”s image, and its roaring fury,
express the power
to take down everything,
to burn up everything
that it opposes – not surprising, then,
that earth should tremble

Fear not, dear earth.
There’s no wrath here. Wrath kindles
when it sees something that opposes it.
But nothing can oppose the All,
and nothing stands
outside the Allness

Fear not, dear souls.
Nothing that is real
can be consumed.
And you are real,
for you are here,
and since you’re here,
you are beloved.
And since you’re loved,
you will stand pure,
untouched by anything that seems to fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2020

Reining in

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I had to rein myself in.
My thoughts kept trotting down,
happy enough,
the old and well worn path,
the path of being right,
and maybe funny, imagined approbation
from imagined others,
who, presumably,
shared those sensibilities
of right and wrong,
clever and in

I had to stop.
The juice I thought I gained
from such a posture
cannot sustain me,
doesn’t have the nourishment
I need, will not ultimately lift me
in the way I am
when I am still,
when I am still and listen.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 26, 2020

Tiny and Huge

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There may be signs in heaven
and there may be signs in the earth,
and in the end all the little things
that people thought should blow over,
that people told themselves and others
shouldn’t matter
will turn out to have weighed
a great deal,
shaped the bends and twists
of a life,
a way of holding oneself,
a way of talking,

and these tiny huge things
will be brought up for consideration,
these tiny huge things
will be healed.
There will be forgiveness,
there probably will be tears

And there will be
a new lightness
about the shoulders,
a new softness
about the eyes

All the predicted signs
will turn out not to matter,
but these tiny and huge redemptions will.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2020

Who and Where

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Because you came to me
in a dream, you have me asking,
What of you do I know?
And what do I know of anyone?

This dream appearance –
the way you laughed, subtle
irony in your observations –
where does it reside
that I should know it –
Where are you now?

And what does where mean, anyway,
in the everywhere of thought,
the every here of presence?
What will our knowing be,
when freed of time and space?
For this my daily practice strives
to find, each day, a little taste.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2020

Present Spirit

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I look out through the rain
to see the way
that things are here,
to feel the exclamation of their presence –
each leaf, each cell, comprised of an intelligence
that fractal-spirals deep, the more I look

This tree, still young by estimation
of others, between whom it rises –
the aspiration of its yearly growth,
the buds that punctuate its branch tips

This tree, though one of many others,
can be enough to show me present Spirit,
of which everything is made,
in which everything exists.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2020

The Why and the What

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Don’t ask people
the why of this
(whatever this you have in mind –
the news, the views, the cosmos) –
They would like to tell you
but they can’t know

Don’t ask the what either –
The few of them that have a sense
most probably won’t have the words.

Ask yourself instead .
And wait till all the voices
that speak in second person,
and those that speak in third,
have settled down

When they are done,
you’ll find the I Am,
and that will tell you
all you need to know.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 22, 2020

Equinox

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Spring steps easy
on the balance of the equinox –
this one step tips the scale
and opens up the time of daylight.

They say we will have snow tomorrow night.
I don’t believe it –
the sun so radiant
and so constant
in this stretching afternoon,
I feel it never will give up its reign

Evening, I’m sure, will disabuse me –
the wind that I have hid from
in this southern corner
(which still whistles, cools the air
around the north side)
will assert itself, and once again,
I’ll build a fire against the cold,
and we’ll work to get the trees in
before the dry season takes hold.

Wendy Mulhern

March 21, 2020

Infodemic

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Match lit, the fire flares
down tinder vectors of belief –
The dots connect
as we expect –
motivation, cause/effect

We could be caught up once again,
we all could burn,
or settle for some suffocating blanket,
or in the deeper quiet we could turn
and find a lens to see in clearer ways

The fire within
that needs no fuel,
that burns but never is consumed
can guide us now
and set us free
to shine our radiant truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 19, 2020

Mother Wave

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When the mother wave comes for you,
you will be cradled,
you will be borne up,
you will be bathed and buoyant

You will not miss
what you are swept away from,
you will not mind
how naked and how new
you feel, how far away
from your tongue are any words

When the mother wave comes,
you will delight in stillness.
all your worries gone,
your heart at home.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 17, 2020

Clarify

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I call on the ever-present
nature of all things
to speak up clearly
as the inner voice
in all of us

to let us each feel
how grounded we are
in the sovereignty
of that which is

and all these swirls —
tornados and manipulations
barking out conformity,
herding us to fear

may roar above the surface
but don’t come where we are,
don’t change a thing
except perhaps
to clarify our truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2020