Author Archives: Wendy

Abundance of Years

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This time in our lives
joy collects in deep reservoirs
in the slow spaces where time
has made room,
in the lack of will to worry
and the willingness to accept

The widened shapes of our feet
echo a broader knowledge
of what can happen
and how much of that
doesn’t matter at all

Appreciation is a ripe fruit
we can pick without judgment
in the ease of laughter
(less work than fretting)
and the lubrication of many past tears,
in the clarity of coming full
in the abundance of years.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2019

A Fresh Look

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It’s easy enough
in the fray of things
to forget what I’ve been given —
simple companionship
(the stuff of early dreams
portrayed as heaven)
a path to walk, so many ways
to wake up, to see new dimensions
folding out and multiplying views

Beauty of days, beauty of life,
beauty of others (known or not)
beauty of images which, dove-like,
come to rest with me

It’s easy enough to remember —
to let the blessings
fall upon my thought like rays,
to be in awe, to be illumined,
to let that light sustain me
and invoke my praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2019

The Facts of Soul

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When I came back today
it was still there, where I saw it
yesterday — the house
in its perfection, all the laws of it
standing, in their interlock,
in their prismatic color,
in the certainty of completion,
every vector blessing

I was glad to see it —
interested that I hadn’t known before
that it was here all the time,
delighted to consider
what it will offer us
and what we will give it
in these Soul ordered days.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 16, 2019

Day of Clarity

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This is the day of clarity.
This day, in which the words are written,
this one, in which they are read

The vision is not prolonged.
All that I see must come to pass,
or rather, it has come to pass already

There is no waiting
for mortal mind to get it right.
I wait on Truth — which means
make no conclusions
until they coincide
with universal harmony

I’ll wait, even as I see
things falling down, even as
the voices scream that Truth has failed

Truth cannot fail.
It is its nature to be true.
And in this day of clarity
we’ll see it through.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2019

Rise By Fire

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Hold your body to the flame —
you will phoenix-rise again,
this is nothing you can name —
these are your essences made plain

The burning bush is not consumed,
the burning life is fueled by learning,
steady down the steps of days
to your eternity returning

Set your sight on what you are,
glimpsed beneath your deepest hope —
the guiding lights you see afar
are nearer than you’re told

Hold your body to the flame
of all that lights and fuels your being —
this will now define your days,
becoming all you’re seeing.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2019

There’s got to be a little poem in here somewhere

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…in the heat of the day
and our leisurely pace
and our trek into town to do laundry

Overalls and garbage bags,
air condition, internet,
people we would never see
in any other circumstance

We built a wall today
(well, partially)
and we’ll build more tomorrow.
Young turkeys ran before us down our road
while swallows occupied the evening sky

…a little poem emerging
as the air cools down,
leaving space for words
I couldn’t find before.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 13, 2019

In the course of things

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Turns out it’s good
for wind to blow through the house,
for windows to be open

I freed a hummingbird today
from plastic we had placed to keep out rain —
it fled my hands
and so got further stuck
until I broke the sheet away
and it escaped

The swallows still fly in and out,
but with the windows covered,
they got confused —
one had to make a stop inside,
perched on a rafter
before it could complete its outward swoop

Yes, we’re in a race against the weather,
but the game has its own rules —
apparently, for now, we need to make room
for others to play.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2019

Resting

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We settle ourselves back
into our closer orbit,
we give ourselves permission
for a moment’s rest

It has been work, it has been growth,
it’s been excitement —
we were willing, we were driven,
we pushed ourselves beyond our edge

Now we return —
it may be just a very short pause
before resuming our stalwart pace —
for now we’ll take the time
to be still,
take time to drink
from the pool of grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2019

Preparation of the Heart

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I may bring tears to this process —
it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here,
doesn’t mean I don’t want to be cleansed

I may bring tears —
it doesn’t mean I’m sad —
they are, I guess, a way that I surrender,
a way that I acknowledge
I can’t do this alone,
nor even know the “this” I should be doing

Prepare my soil —
banish the traffickers of worldly ways,
break up the rocks, dissolve the thorns,
prepare my soul,
and I’ll be here to water your sweet seed.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2019

Ridge Line

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When we found ourselves walking
along the ridge line of bones,
landscape swept clean,
the symbols of comfort provision
suddenly gone,
what surprised us
was the singing,
the clear searing melodic
bowing across the edge,
core resonant vibration

We had thought
that if we lacked the cushion
we’d be bereft,
but there we were,
strengthened and heartened
by the haunting song
that filled our every step —
teaching ourselves to ourselves,
walking us home.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2019