Author Archives: Wendy

Biodiversity

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Some seeds won’t sprout
in these conditions —
they’ll wait dormant
till things change,
and then, as saviors,
as tiny carriers of daring hope
of life’s return,
they’ll spring up, set their leaves,
and thrive

There may be parts of you
that haven’t sprouted,
and you may have wondered why —
perhaps you’ve doubted
life’s provision, or life’s wisdom,

But things may change
and suddenly you’ll find
a capability you never nurtured,
rising strong, growing apace
with all the needs of now,
blessing you, blessing everyone.

There’s room for all of your potential,
and it’s needed.
In its time
each gift will shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2013


Defending Innocence

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I stand here afterwards,
a bit bewildered —
The flames haven’t hurt me
and the smoke is clearing,
and it wasn’t exactly a battle . . .

I took a stand for innocence,
and it came under fire,
but what got singed was just
the guilty part I held within.

Unaltered was the call
to stand for innocence
and let no rising voice,
indignant, shocked, alarmed,
deflect my steady sight
of innocence inviolate —
every person’s right.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2013


Cold Snap

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Now we’re here
and what we thought we’d do
has been subsumed 
by all the day’s particulars —
the cold,
the sun’s low angle
(bleak, oblique, but warming through the glass,)
the newly rising urgencies
and their disjointed rhythms —
times of waiting spaced between demanding tasks —
So we stay home
and move within the small circles,
try to settle in,
protect the center.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2013


Arguing the Case

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I need not plead for you
in the court of nightmares,
masking with bravado
a trembling sense
of being at the mercy of its sentences,
implacable, arbitrary, cruel.

I’ll take your case
to the light of day
where all those looming shadows
are revealed as two-dimensional —
lying flat along the ground
and bending with the walls,
insubstantial, fleeting as the hours —

For you were never subject
to the tales of failure,
never marred by the projections
of a bad light.
You have always stood empowered
in the grandeur of the genius
that ever brings you forth
intact, upright.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2013


Transfiguration

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It is good for us to be here,
and whatever we have brought —
our child fears, our defenses,
our adult masks, our opinions,
the scaffolding on which we’ve propped
our wobbly sense of worth —

Whatever we have brought
can sit here in this light
of what we’ve glimpsed within each other.
It can sit in that warmth,
bask in the slowly suffusing fact
that it’s forgiven. All of it.
We will fill with light till that’s all
we can see in each other,
and we will be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2013


There’s time

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Don’t worry —
Time won’t go without you.
We are the time-makers —
we breathe time,
it moves at our fiat.

Every one of us
has the power to insist
that time unfold in order,
allowing space for each expression
to come to full fruition,
each impulse to bring forth
all the blessing that impelled it,
each symphonic movement 
to build,
in its proper sequence,
to the place of final satisfaction.
Life doesn’t go without you —
there’s time.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 2, 2013


The affluence of forgiveness

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It doesn’t matter
how big, how horrible
the lie told about you.
It doesn’t matter
how often it was told,
or for how long,
or who believed it,
or even if you, too, were fooled.

It doesn’t matter
how it has accumulated,
what complications got piled up
and up, compounding that first lie,
it doesn’t matter
what consequences have accrued.

In the clarity of Truth
no lie is seen,
and in the sight of Truth
is the forgiveness
that absolves any size lie
and makes you clean.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2013


Centers

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And if our orbits
grow more elliptical,
swinging out towards wider distances,
it means that, more than ever,
I need your anchored presence —
something to fly back to
with pull that increases
from having been away.
I need us to home in,
for we are centers
for each other,
holding us on course
in our singular path
through the black sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2013


Mental Housekeeping

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I.
Well,
I can’t argue
with someone I don’t know,
(as ground shifts beneath me like water)
who clearly wants to set forth
a strong opinion,
and who hasn’t heard me
and doesn’t want to.
Let it go —
There may be common ground
with that person —
Just not here.

II.
No need to identify
with proffered bargains
for something less
than my whole being.
No need to settle for pain,
or for complaint,
or for a muddied, stagnant
view of life.
Right here in this day
are seeds from eons back
waiting for this perfect moment
to spring forth.

III.
When no excuse
can really cover
a stupid oversight,
and nothing in my makeup
can explain it,
and its implications
arraign me in a wrinkle of character
that time won’t smooth,
it’s OK to go back
and ask for a redo.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2013