I’ll take what is given,
this storm, with roaring winds
and rain that slaps itself through screens
and runs down panes,
this sleep,
these people whose threads
are so deeply interwoven with my fabric
that we feel each other’s tug,
each other’s strength,
this truth, which settles out
(today, in luminescent teal)
so clear, so unassailable,
awaiting, but not demanding
my surrender, my return
to where I was before the world began.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2018
We will sit
in the comfort of each other,
we will talk
of things we know,
we will find solace
in the solidness of bodies,
in the quiet light
of shared confidences
There is a way forward —
it may come in settling back,
back into what feeds our life flow,
the shared aquifer of truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2018
Behind me, to my left,
soft touch on my shoulder,
what I also see on sunlit trees —
pale golden yellow,
warm and sweet and gentle
Upward, to my right,
pearly opalescence,
tones of mauve and powder blue,
pure love, unflinching truth
Beneath me,
silver-dusted midnight blue
opening before my feet,
lit from some unseen source,
star path to infinity
These colors let me know you’re here,
waiting, with a patient smile
till I finish this bout of crying,
ready to comfort me when I look up.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2018
I will call it by its name.
I will not be afraid of it.
I will not fear that naming it
gives it power
I will not accept the ruse
that hiding it
could work in my favor,
I will not cringe around, masking my fear
that it may snake around and bite.
No. I will face it head on,
for it has no power
It is time for me to understand battle,
to array all of truth on my side
and not grant hidden force or mystery to evil,
but lay it bare and let it shrivel in the light.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2018
Calmly we are instructed
to stop whatever it was we were doing,
whatever it was we were thinking,
and wait for the lifting,
the gentle sifting
where all the cold gray lumps
of worry, expectation, disappointment,
precipitate and fall away
and the pure joy
of flying in Soul’s murmuration
becomes the center
of what and where we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2018
Light rests on every life,
a gentle touch, a lifting breeze,
present reminder
of what makes our spirits rise
It shines amidst the bustle —
Whether noticed or ignored,
it is still there, and everyone
can feel it. Eventually, their inward light
will insist, and they will look up.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2018
Take me in to the heart of things —
I will pay the price,
I will leave behind
whatever doesn’t fit.
I will pay it daily
so I can enter empty,
ready to respond,
ready to be filled.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 19, 2018
Well, I’m more transparent now,
it seems. Like I’ve part way come with you
into the place where these weights
just fall through me. And the constraints
of time and space and body
don’t apply, at least as much
This state of me
is something I observe, and ponder,
and curiously feel what it’s like
to be (at least somewhat)
unbound by physics,
to be caught up in different motivation,
to move like light through my day.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 18, 2018
wind driven rain
whips at the house,
rain falls through me
in waves, in recurring torrents
I’m like a spring tree,
my buds paused, my limbs wet,
water following its path
along my roots
I am not melting
though it may feel like it,
the soil will receive all of this —
my leaves will use it
to open out and grow.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2018
Sometimes it feels good
at least to imagine being carried,
at least to act as if the fate of the world
(or my small part of it)
doesn’t depend on the quality
of my thoughts, doesn’t depend on me
And indeed, this may be a key —
to unscrunch my eyebrows
and release the worry entailed
in thinking I have to drive something
so much bigger than I am
Let this be a lesson to me,
that the soaring harmony of spheres
knows how to take care of itself.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2018