Cradling Prayer

Arms of Love
I see
how your hold on me
and on this house
so gently cradles us
and so allows
the meek and sweet emergence
of every heart’s desire
and each extending outward
of what we glimpse we are
Which, with the simple screen of your attention
You nourish and augment
While all our grinding efforts
and the fears and thoughts that block us
simply fall away into the void

And in your arms
we glow, we shine
Safe in this hallowed place
we snuggle in
and then reach out
resplendent in your grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2012


New eyes

Here our new eyes
recognize
(a coming into focus)
things we never saw and scarcely sensed
How things before deemed unrelated
coalesce

So much here to see, to learn
New systems to divine, discern
New thoughts to send and watch return
So many new conclusions

A thing we’ve tried to sense by feel
which now our wiser eyes reveal
A new take on what’s solid, real
and what is just illusion

Our old eyes took in objects
Our new eyes reckon forces
and links and currents that connect them
to their power sources

So though we view the same terrain
our sight will never be the same
effected by a simple change —
the shift in what we note and name.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2012


Prayer for myself

Fear not, little one
You aren’t responsible
for imaging yourself
It’s not your thoughts
that make you ill 
It’s not your thoughts
that make you whole
It’s not that you must find
some secret button to control
the things you feel and manifest today

The Love that heals you
is its own bright, steady source
It reveals you
and sets you on your course
And you can feel
its tender, cleansing touch
You’ll know it’s real
You’ll know it is enough
Fear not, for every cell of you is held
in perfect calm, 
serenely peaceful, well.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2012


Turbulence

So I want to tell you about this
This catching of my heel up
in the turbulence
The drag I felt
The downward pull so strong, so fierce
I thought it would engulf me

I want to tell you because then
I saw your face
I thought of how you’ve spoken
of waking to a sense of dread
I thought then
that I maybe understood

And when I took myself in hand
Began the fight
I felt you there
For you have fought for this before
So as I fought
I fought for you as well:

No, I won’t be taken in
I won’t succumb
I won’t allow the dread to win
in me or anyone
I’ll stand for me, I’ll stand for us
and when I overcome
I’ll bring the sweetness back for us to share.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2012


Seeing each other

We come here in our chosen roles
Whatever we’ve decided to present —
The selves that we’ve assembled to display,
The stories propping up our self-esteem,
Our plans of how we’ll move and what we’ll say

We come here hoping
what we’ve made ourselves to be
will be enough
And that some transformation
will reach us through our tedium of stuff
We seek a blessing
while doubting it is something we deserve
We keep on guessing
what course will make us feel alive, secure

But Ah —
Despite ourselves
(and everything we hoped to hide,
so clearly seen by everyone who’s hiding)
Our precious souls shine through
And these
These souls, so holy
So wholly free from all regimes
that we or others have devised —
Since they are here
There’s nothing else remaining.
Like dust, like ash, like smoke
those old self-constructs blow away
And so we see each other as we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2012


I Am

If indeed I am a galaxy
in this broad space
My care embraces much —
Planets in their orbits
and the dance of stars
and all their swirling movement
ordered by the law
unerring and eternal
of I Am

I Am speaks in calm and potent clarity
Nothing moves outside its present current
Everything within it wheels
in sparkling and majestic power
Everything is cared for and is held

Its course projecting outward
Its harmony unchallenged
The waves of pulsing energy
defining its domain

And I need never think
that I am weak, inconsequential
A pawn in chess games
moved by meaty hands
For if I am a galaxy
My center spins out worlds
that fill the grand design 
this truth demands.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2012


November

We are not hardened yet for winter
though it is November
and trees stand almost bare
and though each day is noticeably shorter
The frost on roofs this morning
met us unprepared
Our bones felt cold,
our flesh tensed up against them

We are not hardened yet for winter
though it’s not as cold as it will get
We have the heat turned up
inside our cozy house
And we turn back like cats
when we go out
No saunters on the sand today —
A brisk walk is required
And even short forays outside
have left us tired

We are not hardened yet for winter
But soon
we’ll open up our doors to what it gives
Feel the brisk cleansing of its mountain breath
that, summoning our inner fires,
calls us to live.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2012


Freedom to Marry

(Regarding Washington State’s passage of Referendum 74)

Today I’m breathing freer
because Tuesday
We pushed the sky
up a little higher
So there’s more room to breathe together
in this tent we share
There’s a larger space for all of us
to celebrate care

And we move a little closer
to the understanding
That every love is sacred, holy, good
And every love commitment
is a wonder and a gift
that warrants open honor and support

And we move a little closer to the proving
That law is never properly tyrannical
That we can trust our inner truth to guide us
And don’t need to be pushed about externally

And love is love whoever does the loving
And we need more of it
and never less
And each of us can know
our love is beautiful
In each relation bringing out the best.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2012


Vision Prayer

Spirit, today
You can have my eyes
Hold them holy
Guide the light they gather
Give them focus
Let them synthesize
the clear truth you display
Let them harmonize
the elements of your day
Let me empathize
with everyone I see
So that I understand
your comprehensive ownership of me
The way your grace illumines
everything I know,
all that I am.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2012


Preparing for a storm

We have done this many times before
Set our house in order
Hunkered down
Loose ends put away
Extra anchors set, and ties
to hold down everything 
that could be borne away

Most often it has passed us by —
The next day dedicated
to putting all things back to order
Reopening, resetting our displays
The busy tasks fast filling up our days

But this time could be worse
Thoughts turn toward cyclones
Making us stay low
While yet we scan the sea, the sky
Tsunami warnings urging us
to go high

And we can’t know what we will do
if suddenly our landscape is completely changed
and all the things we trusted to are gone
and we become
like all the other sufferers
who don’t know how
to claim the rights we took for granted
until now.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2012