Author Archives: Wendy

Center

Posted on by
Reply

I will sit in the calm of
what I know I know,
I will let its sweet reminders
quell my concerns, remove
the shadow of anxiety,
the push to make changes,
the constriction in my throat,
between my eyes

I will blink clear
remembering
everything is given us,
we are not abandoned

We are each the center
of ourselves, and each receive
the clear signal of our essence
from the very closest place within

So we intuit our cause
without a single pulse of separation,
so I can be assured
why I am.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2019

On Hope

Posted on by
2

You may ask
What is hope made of, anyway?
How does it manage to rise up,
how does it bear us across
so many empty, lonely days?

It’s an important question
because whatever it is,
it’s not made of
all these things that fall,
all these things that fail

If you can see
what hope is made of,
you can also tell how it works,
how it is anchored in a world
where all the light in this world comes from,
how after all the turbulence
has come and thrashed and gone,
it still glows.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2019

Light Prayer

Posted on by
Reply

Grant me this:
Let me bring the light forth
into my day. Let it make a difference.
Let it do more
than light me up inside —
let it illumine
the treasures of the hearts of others.
Let them see themselves
as deeply, dearly seen

You who have shined the light in me,
I ask you to complete this —
it is your work to bring it forth
and mine to hold it up.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2019

A Way to Pray

Posted on by
Reply

How to pray is
you set the silent seal
that draws you
into the heart of yourself
where you lie close
along what causes you,
where you feel the breath
of every impulse of your source,
that blessed companionship
that gives you all you need

This is in fact your essence
and your sovereignty,
where your longings are fulfilled,
today and every day.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 8, 2019

Winter Beach

Posted on by
Reply

January feast —
(many miles to go)
wind against my cheeks,
sand between my toes

Vision of the sea
shining in its thunder,
waves against the beach,
reaching, curling under

The ocean drew me there
with promise of delight
for eyes and ears and feet —
it didn’t disappoint

Now I ride home,
the headwind pushing back,
I feel the distance,
I feel my hunger,
but I am glad, too,
well fed by what I’ve seen —
I don’t know when next,
but I’ll be back again.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2019

Winter Rain

Posted on by
Reply

Mist hides the distance,
rain knocks against the house,
we turn on lights against the dark and cold,
a fair-dealt day of winter
eliciting our fair response —
napping, dreaming,
drawing close to family,
seeking the inner light
each holds as beacon,
seeing the radiance
of our harmonic shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2019

Winter Water

Posted on by
Reply

Could be a place you call home,
could be a place you call memory,
could be a mirror,
could be the path of a stone
sinking deep in winter water

All these clouds have gathered
to view themselves,
to feel their loft,
to lend the pond another layer
of depth and luminosity

We will go deep, too,
because we love to,
and we will float high
because we, too,
include the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2019

Another River

Posted on by
1

Consider the river of what you want,
how it flows strong and true
beneath the surface thoughts
of what you think you have
and think that you deserve
and what you think is possible
and what you think has happened

We all share that same river,
and if we can find our way
to the connection, perhaps
we’ll help each other overcome
the floes, the snags, the brambles
that catch us up. Perhaps
we’ll help each other break through
and float free.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2019

New Year’s Day

Posted on by
Reply

Rain and wind have washed the night,
the day comes boisterous, all gusts
and pent up clouds, released to romp
in blue, to stretch across the day

Grasses graced in gold and green
show silver sides before the wind,
and though it’s winter — many storms
to come before the spring —
the earth and sea both feel awake,
alert with life

I too can feel the ever present freshness
within, without — I too can be made new.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2019

Light Song

Posted on by
Reply

Light sings through the woods like wind,
gold and shadows are its song,
it passes through them as through lace,
praising their interweavings

Late in the day, when ground
has passed to shadow,
the tops of trees still glow, still sing —
those heads first tousled by the morning
are last to see the sun’s rays leave.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2018

photo by Pam Cassel