Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

It’s my discipline to write a poem a day, and I post a poem here almost every day. To find a given poem or poems on a given topic, use the search bar at the right. To receive my poems by email, please subscribe, at right.

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In Common

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We are all alike –
the mice, the birds, the deer,
you and me –
moving through the rounds
of our days, gathering up
what we can use –

A bug,, a bud, a shaft of sunlight,
a song that pierces time and space,
we tremble in the liquid of our being,
we glow in our own radiance of grace

We all are earnest,
we all are laughable
in that particular way
each of us moves

We will be humbled,
we’ll be exalted
shining despite ourselves
down all the tumble home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 14, 2020

Approach

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I envision you
welcomed into light,
welcomed home,
seen
in a lucidity and depth
you’d never known before

I feel you soften,
relax into the comfort and the confidence,
bask in recognition and appreciation,
and in the pleasure
of delighting all your company

I see you there
because each day
I feel a little closer to it –
as I approach this truth,
day by day, I feel
closer, too, to you.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2020

Remembering Heather

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I find myself thinking of you,
spending my day wrapped in memory –
so many lenses to use

Each lens makes it different,
shades of the moods and the color
calling forth different scenes

All of these memories
still would be mine
no matter how things had come out

How I would view them
had things come out otherwise
isn’t a thing I could know

But the way that I knew you
shines clear, steps out strong,
leaves my clouded perceptions behind

How I knew you true then
is how I know you now, –
friend of my heart and my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 11, 2020

We Shall Overcome

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“The meal cannot resist the yeast. “
And so it is, intelligence being primary –
not drivable from any lesser essence,
not divertible to any lesser goal
than bringing out the greatest good

So fear is overcome by grace,
having no power, finally,
to hold anyone enslaved,
the simple overriding truth
of goodness,
without any extra effort,
deftly melting fear away.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2020

For Sure

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And this is what it feels like
to step out of my back door
into my backyard
and walk
to my friend, the oak tree,
sheltering many birds
which I hear more than see

Turkeys near the fence,
green springing up everywhere,
afternoon wind, though strong,
not cold

This is what it feels like to live here,
which maybe I do now
and sometime I will for sure.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2020

Artifacts of our presence

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The wind through the fence
as vocal as any bird
speaks of the artifacts
of our presence –
not yet picturesque
except perhaps from some perspectives

Trees we’ve planted –
some of them rise
above their blue tubes –
others we take on faith
or on imagination,
visualizing groves

We have made mud swaths
where there was grass,
we have made piles –
of tools, of compost,
of equipment

Things are still beautiful
in varying lights of day and night.
We’ve made them less so,
but hope that’s only for a time,

©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2020

More on Last Days

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Well, the world may end, he said,
but it won’t be due to
End of Days –
But rather that we finally
prove too stupid
to pull ourselves together

One thing we know –
No progress comes
from waiting for it,
nor does it come from protesting,
nor can we find it
by persuading others

It is a turning
in the atmosphere of mind,
each individual
claiming sovereignty,
it is unhitching from the trolley
of the common thought,
(what no one thinks, but thinks that others do)
that let’s us find our way
to being free.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 6, 2020


Satisfied

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It was everything you ever wanted,
It was nothing you ever outlined,
It was the magic content
of all the things you thought
were most desirable,
which those things sometimes delivered
but could never guarantee

It was a thing that had no name,
for all the names had been used up
on things you thought could maybe
(if you were lucky,
or if you were smart)
give you what you wanted

When you found it,
for a long time you were speechless –
How could you talk about
something that was everything,
that satisfied your every hope?

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2020

A New Thought

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Grief is a place to put stories to bed.
The slosh of waves of narrative,
conflicting stories, counter stories,
fall to stillness here. There is no answer,
no explaining away,
no alternative fact
that could gain traction here.
There is nothing to say.

Which is why, in grief,
there’s room for healing.
There’s room for the internal rages
to burn each other out.
After all that, grief resolves
to stillness.
And after a long silence,
a new thought.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2020

Spirit Essence

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We don’t need loud voices
to speak to each other,
we are so close –
close enough to whisper,
close enough to feel each other’s breath

So close, in fact,
maybe we don’t need to talk at all.
Instead, we listen together,
hearing, at the same time,
the same unfolding
of the Spirit essence
that lets us move as one.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2020