Author Archives: Wendy

Web

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Maybe it only takes
holding your hand,
and yours — one on each side —
for the circuit to connect,
and the ancient courage
in which we know all things are possible
will flow forth.

Just so we know
we’re not alone —
So we become formidable
and we will draw our circles
in the streets
and link our threads of knowing
till our web is thick and springy
and can hold us all together,
save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2013


Discernment

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If I can see this fog
then I can see
it isn’t that you’re blurred
and indistinct,
it isn’t that you’re dull and distant.

I can separate
the vibrancy of you
from that illusion.
I can see
there is no need
to find a way to brighten you
or to discard you
due to lack of color.

I can let my understanding
lift my vision
till the fog disperses
and I see you clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2013


Turn

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We are called to this place
by something as insistent and elemental
as what causes leaves to turn,
and then to fall,
as what makes dewdrops form
in the cold moments before morning.

There is no question —
When we have filled our lungs
and feel our hearts made ready,
we will sing —
words we never heard before,
a tune we didn’t know
but which will find its tones
in perfect harmony
with everyone who has been called.

We turn alone
but we are many —
uncountable, assembled
to be the new voice pouring forth
in wonder. Changing everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2013


Prickly

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No need to engage
with the shrill and brittle
sticklike visage you present,
no need to be taken in
by the rasping preconditions
you establish for connection,
no need to feel grated.

Though these words won’t reach you,
I can tell
this isn’t you —
the image you propose
is not the one you want,
you aren’t enamored
with the harsh and petty rules
that you espouse.

There’s no need for you to be impoverished.
Reflexive words, repeated fast and often,
don’t need to be a substitute for faith.
Nor do you need convincing —
no use in any thoughts I might be baited to express.
You just need time —
quiet time, still time,
calm embracing space
and lots of tenderness.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2013


Chamber

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Let me fill you up
with the hum of you —
the rightness of what you are,
the light-filled, sensitized
receiving substance
that understands everything

Let me be a mirror
sending love
into your resonating chamber
where it picks up
all the richness
of your inner form

Let me hear your timbre,
many-toned and radiant,
subtle and exultant,
sounding out the essence of yourself,
complex, unique, embodied,
clear across the fog
of all we thought we’d never comprehend,
illuminating you and me
and all the strands around us,
sending your strong truth throughout the land.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2013


Wealth

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As wide as this valley spreads
below our feet,
as far as the vista
of these distant mountains,
as deep as the fresh drafts
of this pine and sage scented air
(sweetened by sun, tingling with the coolness
of last night’s stars)
unfolds the scope of us.

We are not small,
we are not poor,
we are not helpless.
Our infinity draws to us
infinite wealth;
our gifts, when given,
multiply.
This worth is plenty
to deliver us
all we can imagine,
everything we desire.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2013


Compatibility

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I am ready to take on faith
your good heart,
your pure soul —
I am sure that the worth
of your talents, your quirks
is inestimable —
critical part of the balance
in which all life spins

So my only other question is: 
What is it like to stand
in the room of you?
How will you hold us,
how will you shelter
those that stand with you?
Do you know
how to hold a hearth,
a warm place of peace?
Or can you make yourself at home in mine?
If so, I’m in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2012


Starting over

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I want to take us to the place
where we can start over.
No. Better than that —
the place where there’s no race,
and we can give back
all the false starts,
all the mistakes,
all the things we did because
we saw no other way
though we could feel how we betrayed
ourselves and others.

I want us washed
in a great bubble bath,
wrapped in a grand snuggle
where all is forgiven
and we can be seen
miraculously unframed
and be forever true
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2013


Dignity

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I have dignity,
he said,
and it was true
and we were glad 
to know he knew.

This navigation
through the floes
of people trying out identities,
the lurches and convergences,
the flowing, the repelling,
calls for vigilance
against submerged projectiles.

It’s good to have a solid grasp
of what of you can bend
and what must stay unmoved.
You have dignity —
It serves you well.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2013


Afternoon nap

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I wake up
to the lazy intersection
of dream and evening noises,
of sleep-infused limbs,
and the slow wheel of reflected headlights,
window-shaped, across the ceiling.

It’s hard to rise
from the compelling coziness
in the place where the threads to the day
have dissolved,
hard to drag myself away
from the sweet tangle
that pulls me languidly
into its spell.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2013