Author Archives: Wendy

Thought for the day

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And the vision was flying beside me
like the flock of birds suddenly
at my shoulder, as we walked
near the shore

It touched on
layers of worlds
and how a shift in focus
can operate on each one —
the world of sound,
the world of light in a father’s eyes,
the nexuses of casual intersection

And it said:
All your longings will flow out
of all containers where you try to hold them,
they will turn from light to lead along the street,
but the brightness you desire
is yours, now and always —
it sits, in willing ease,
upon your brow.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2018

Taming

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Even the greatest demons,
fearsome and raging
as they rip and howl
through the chasms
of your abandoned hopes

Even the slamming
trap door of shame
with its dark echo
of clanging isolation

Just like everything that drags along
the shadowed garb of sorrow.
these, too, will be disarmed and tamed

Their sad disguises
will be laid aside,
their secret heart
will be exposed
and they’ll be wrapped
with tender expert hands
so they have no more need
to haunt your home.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 22, 2018

After, after all

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There is, in our connection, wonder.
Afterwards, when hollow longing
dogs our door,
let us remember:

All the light we forged
still glows within,
and the spark that made it
never lacks the fuel
to start a warming blaze
and to sustain the joy and purpose
that charmed us so, before —

There’s no cold aftermath
to anything that’s meaningful.
We live, after all, in the adventure —
we live the bright unfolding dance of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2018

And Yet

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You can’t put weight on what’s falling,
can’t stomp your foot, can’t hope
to knock the bottom out and so fall through —
there’s no salvation in destruction
however much you’re longing
for some easier way to get out

And yet …
And yet …

Every honest step, every searching step,
every anguished and exhausted step,
regardless of directionality
will take you closer
to the amnesty you seek

We live in the field of absolute value
where you can’t take a negative step —
what’s upside down will be inverted,
what’s right side up will be purified

Don’t worry —
this is not dependent
on your will and prowess,
this is Truth
unfolding effortless in grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 20, 2018

Pool

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I will not be tired or sad or scared,
I will notice
what your face is doing.
I won’t try to deconstruct your mood
but I will be here
watching for your light

If I can be a pool
to give reflection
and maybe some refreshment,
I will be there —
if you venture near
then maybe you will find me

And if not,
wind may still ruffle
the light across my waters,
trees may still rustle
above the quiet shore,
your life still follow
the course that has been charted
and I’ll still hold you
gently in my heart.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2018

Incomparable

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The infinite will not compare you
to anyone. The infinite has room
to see you infinite, has room for everyone
to be one of a kind,
in their perfectly appointed place

You in particular
(not to stint the same for every entity)
celebrated in the amazing way
you are what is needed,
(a role that opens out for each of us,
each of us holy,
each of us resplendent where we are.)

©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2018

Protection

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We need to put our heads together
and entwine our arms,
make a structure,
an impervious protection,
need to spread it largely out —
over everyone, in fact —
to hold us safe,
hold us all within

So when that old corkscrewing vortex
comes hurtling, twisting through
with its cold insinuation,
“what’s the point of you?”
we will each know
it has no toehold
in our sense of what is true,
and that old lie
will simply fall away.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2018

Taking the Train

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We have come so far
along this haphazard path,
our footsteps not following
what we thought held our gaze,
our gaze, it turns out, being
too distracted and unfocused
to draw us to our hoped-for destinations

We will take the train —
its paths are laid down,
we don’t need to determine every step.
We’ll arrive where it takes us,
and if our lives feel unmoored, uprooted,
we won’t notice that so much
as long as we are moving.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2018

Look Up

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Look up, little one —
there is a light to guide you
through the wistful night,
through the longing day

There is a place you are received
and not just at the end
of a long and lonely span

Your reception is right here, right now,
in the ever-present truth about your being
(a truth that never leaves you,
being immanently what you are)

It touches in
to the infinity that fuels your presence,
releases grace into your day,
robes you in its royal essence,
lights up everything
along your way.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2018

The Road Home

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The road home was clear —
red lights streaming on ahead
but not too many,
no fog, no rain,
music to soothe
and some to keep us wide awake,
navigating traffic, hills, and bends

The road home is clear.
(We’ve learned, for now,
not to talk about it much —
it’s solo, after all,
and not negotiated)

When we arrive,
in some sense, in some aspect,
we may share with each other
what we have gained.
The road home
may not be always clear,
but we will own it,
we will persevere.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2018