Author Archives: Wendy

Guidance Prayer

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Today, Spirit, I entrust
all my thoughts to you
because I must —
I know the courses I have run
have many sinkholes, many ruts
And if I set out on my own,
their deep-worn tracks
will ever thrust me
down the same false paths again

Spirit, today I float
with your calm breath to guide me
Hold my quiet hope
a growing light inside me
Let your wisdom cope
with every maze my thought may chase
Let me fly with you
Impart your grace
Wean me of those old recursions
Make me new
Let me be your mirror, through and through
Let me grasp, in this and every minute
your vast and shining world
and my place in it.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2012


America Blues

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You only lose if you lose heart,
I told him —
It was a good Sunday School lesson,
and he agreed
He’d seen his teammates flag
but he had rallied
Made five goals to bring his team up to a tie
(being a better shot than many seventh graders,
he confided.)

You only lose if you lose heart
And here I am
In the face of all these lies
that up to half our country
seem to have swallowed
And the bought campaigns
meekly reported in the news
as if they were legitimate

And I am at a loss for heart
All the deep sighs
that keep escaping me
And the head-bowed stupor
that keeps engulfing me
And my feeble protest
as if someone would hear
Will do no good
If I’m to help us rally
I need to find my heart.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 4, 2012


Night Walk

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In the space between our palms
(our fingers clasped,
 our slightly swinging arms
familiar and enchanting as we walk along)

In the space between our palms
there is a world
Contained, enclosed, but infinite
in its scale
Planets glide around small stars
Warm energy converges in the center

And messages can be conveyed
across the sphere
Not words, not anecdotes
not concepts and conclusions
not tasks or resolutions
but something better
The simple joy of being here.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2012


Being You

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This is such a simple thing
No pressure to perform
No criteria to meet
No selective judgement
Nothing that you need to measure up to
No one to be measured up against
No grade, no quota, no one better than
the simple act of being who you are

No voices, from outside or from within
can coach you to the center of your being
But all your yearnings lead you there at last
The place you can look out from, clearly seeing

Your truth delivers you
Gives you the lens to find
The simple core of home, the clarity
that frees your mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2012


Internal Tapestry

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We begin
with music-indexed memories
Scenes and signs that rise up with the songs
Laid down on their strains
Returning faithfully
every time the song is played

We add
Impressions from the day —
The rain outside,
The cozy orb of home,
Companionship and tasks,
The texture of our efforts 
and the thoughts that group around them

This becomes
another layer on the songs —
will mix with older memories:
Next time we play them
these images will surface with them, too
So the colors deepen and grow richer
So the days add flavor to our view.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2012


Sovereign

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Be alert but not afraid:
The wily lies with their insinuations
that try to catch you in the snare
of sorrow, slavery, and tiresome machinations
cannot intrude upon your power

As long as you are clear that you are free
and let no contradiction sit within
then nothing from outside of you can squelch you:
Like sprouts that break the concrete,
you will win

You will stay sovereign
when you know
there’s nothing that can undermine your soul
and since the heart of you is ever whole
no lie of brokenness can take control

Be alert but not afraid
for in the love with which you’re made
you can resist each lie that says
you’re any less than you.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2012


Special Announcement

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My first collection of poems is out and available for purchase online at Amazon and CreateSpace! 


I think you’ll enjoy the collection — the arc of the message through the poems and the startlingly synergistic art from Mellissae Lucia.  We’d love to see this book reach everyone who might find it inspiring.  If you’d be willing to review it on Amazon, that would help us a lot.  Thanks for your support.

And now for tonight’s poem:

Implicate Order

Every hidden thing
will find its way to surface
in the folding and refolding
of the necessary permutations

All the patterns possible in each design
must lay their sequences 
along the dance of time
It isn’t destiny unrolling
in a rigid line
It’s more the complex undulations of a plane
wherein no signal, however small, is lost
Though it may seem confused, distorted, tossed
by all the other waves that intersect
Each thing that is
will have its full effect.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2012


The love that you are

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The love that you are
exists independent of anything —
of circumstances, of conditions
of approval, recognition
or of prowess, erudition
or credentials, or permission

The love that you are
floats inside
in silent singing jubilation —
unexpected gratitude
that flows in constant circles
through your being,
bubbles up
like ancient water springs
quenches all your thirst for being seen
and known as worthy

The love that I am
sees this, thanks you —
you and the love that you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2012


Arrival

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How did I get so lucky
as to have these friends?
— These ones that I can sit with
in a late night cafe bar
(jukebox playing loud beside us)
This one who is an angel
This one who is so brave
And I can be here on this rainy night
embraced in brightness 
feeling so at home

How am I so blessed?
— To feel so known and loved
after all these years
To be no longer hiding
No longer silent
in voice or body
No longer separated by those awkward masks
But here and now
to be just me, with them, at last.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 27, 2012


Who rules you?

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If God is a tyrant
It doesn’t matter who rules you —
which voices, external or internal
bear down on you
bend you to their yoke
You have no hope for freedom anyway
Only the hope of bargaining
for some marginally less paltry
slice of life

But if there is freedom anywhere
If there is fulfillment
If there is any love, any bright joy
Then something must be holding up the ceiling
of the sky
Some law must make provision
for dynamic lift

If God were a tyrant
There would be no point in life at all
But Life rises
irrepressible
and joy is real, and comes unbidden
Flashes of brilliant day
take us by surprise
proving
God is not a tyrant
and you can have
everything you love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2012