Kindness kindles us,
catches us up in the merry
rush of flames
running eagerly down the lines
of what we sensed we might be,
igniting inspiration, engendering
great leaps of joy
Kindness will spread
and in its warmth
each of us will know what we’re here for,
each of us will bring heat.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2017
We learn the worth of warmth —
its animal presence offered as free gift,
exchanged in the close steam of breath,
the animal scent part of the intimacy
We value the small suffusing
of heat from the low sun
pushing through the winter’s chill
(thawing paused for the task of
creating fog, moisture released from frost
drifting between trees)
The last glow offered
before the return to frigid
speaks of winter’s charm,
the color and stillness we can enjoy
when we are warm enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2017
I saw the angel Gabriel today,
bright like fountain water,
clear as the quench of thirst,
soft as redemption
I remembered
(for Gabriel has come to me before)
how sure it is that afterwards
the promise of the moment
exquisitely unfolds
So, too, this time, in my sweet family,
let it be so —
let that pure presence
permeate us wholly,
let us be filled
and let us be delivered
to our promised native harmony.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2017
And when I glimpse that I am
perfectly companioned,
perfectly mentored,
provided with my perfect place
When I glimpse the scope of being
that Spirit has ordained for me,
is it surprising
that I should look with puzzlement
on all these objects of the day,
that I should wonder
why their particulars
would even matter?
If I look through, though,
to what I really care about,
I see that each of these —
the objects of my daily life —
must be embraced within
the wondrous promises,
must be lit up, reclaimed, redeemed,
must stand as proof
of everything I’ve glimpsed is true.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2017
This is a time of power,
this is a time of jubilee
from all your faults —
you don’t need to repeat them
anymore. You don’t need to
pay homage to your past mistakes
by making them once more again today
This is a time of freedom
and the sweet release that comes
from simple pure repentance
and from standing up again
in the resultant clarity
of who you really are,
to make amends
in a way that really heals,
to set things right
from this new place of strength.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 9, 2017
My places of gratitude are many —
this chair, this lamp, this dark night,
comfort of companionship
and this vast realm of thought
where music can bring images
and luminous ideas can dart
in swift, branching lines,
delineate new order
and make a framework
for understanding everything.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2017
Light on the water
teaches me to move,
teaches me to think of myself
not as one thing, in one place,
but as the fluid impulse of the moment —
eternally what I am,
just now the beam that dances
on the water’s face.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2017
I find my center —
humming of a quiet wheel,
gyroscopic balance
I can be here, poised,
and nothing of the whirring
pulls me off course
because I now own
all requisite components
I am mine
and my heart is full of sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2017
When you’re coming across the land
towards the city — the barren, arid land
from which the city can be seen afar,
when you’re riding through the heat,
clouds of dust around you,
we will not wait for your approach
from within the city’s walls
We will send messengers to greet you.
They will wash your feet, robe and crown you,
bring you celebrated into the city
so you will know how to be with us,
so you’ll be included in our peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2017
For one moment the sun today
looked like the moon last night —
white disk with clouds around it
A moment later
light flooded out of the circle,
the limit overcome, the essence revealed.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2017