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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Summer Communion

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The heat comes on sudden
and the garden
which yesterday looked lush
looks parched,
and our efforts
which yesterday looked ready to fruit
appear to face a desert

But my boots have filled
with daisy petals and grass seed
from my ministrations to the young trees
and there is a deeper communion
that makes me feel
like a watered garden
that does not fear in times of drought
and I will stay here
in this more verdant place
until the world around me
does the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2019

Twinkle

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A lot can ride
on the twinkle of eyes —
the smoothness of days,
the feeling of having done well,
the ease of incitement to laughter

These things testify
to the presence of
that which engenders the twinkle —
the substance it’s made of,
how it appears
out of what you might think of as nowhere,
thus proving as everywhere
what you may never see
but still most certainly need.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2019

At the Public House

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All these people walk through life
slicing their intersections through the day,
each from their center perspective
with their invisible wake

We could make a pattern
like marbling in a scarf,
we could know, or never see
the change we make in passing through

As to the grand plan of things,
the design that we all make together,
collective results of all of our movements —
that is beyond my perception.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2019

Using the Devil

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I’m finding the devil useful —
someone to blame
for every unkind thought,
for fear, resentment,
and the harsh voices
that want to judge
my every action,
and those of others

I’m finding it useful
to shift the blame
from anyone real
to something that can’t exist,
thereby revealing
how sweet and fresh and beautiful
everything truly is.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2019

photo by Audrey Ruhland

Not on my own

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The journey is to great for me —
I am brought, once again,
to my knees,
I have wrung myself out
and hung myself to dry
and will be slowly converted
as with soft wind blowing through,
the song and sun between the trees

I will be won over
by blessings which must be just here,
though I don’t see them yet,
and will stand forth strong again
after a while,
rested by my ride.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2019

 

Stall

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Well, here we are.
We seem to have
spiraled down
into this little pool
in which it is not clear
how we’ll ever move again,
how we will get up
and take care of ourselves
and do the work tomorrow calls for

This rain and the warm air
hold us in slow motion
though at this point
we are not moving at all —
tomorrow may bring
a clearer direction
to lift us up out of this stall.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2019

Today I Offer

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Today I offer you the only good that is,
the good that is One, the good that is All

Today I offer you
the good that has no terror in it,
no separation, no conditions —
the good that is right here,
not held at arm’s length
for you to leap for and be laughed at,
the good that you could never fail
to breathe in, to embody

Today I offer you
the good that has no dark side,
that spreads its loving touch
to every entity — that makes them melt
in love, in joy, in grateful strong surrender,
and no one is a horrible example,
for all are needed in the true design

Today I offer you
the good that changes history,
replacing blame, regret, remorse
with sweet returning green,
with fragrance and with flowering,
the growth circle of being.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2019

We Call it Home

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We call it home —
many other beings
call it home, too —
we find our place,
we make our peace,
we settle in
and start to know our neighbors

We make it home —
many other beings
make it home, too —
we make our place,
we find our peace,
we all are here
in concert with each other

We find it fine —
many other beings
find it fine, too —
we make our place,
we call our peace,
here in the verb
of work and living
the beaded strand of jeweled days.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2019

photo by Audrey Ruhland

The Power Within

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The power within
doesn’t need instruction
any more than water does,
welling up and lifting
whatever rides upon it,
flowing out and gathering,
tumbling brightly down

The power within
is not obstructed
by any circumstance or story —
it rises up
and becomes what you are knowing,
it cascades forth,
becoming what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 5, 2019

photo by Audrey Ruhland

Fearlessness

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They wake up to fearlessness
amazed by the weight of it,
or is it weightlessness?
— subtle perfection of balance
allowing their hands
to move with precision
accomplishing everything deftly

They wake up to fearlessness
awed by the sound of it,
or is it silence? — the absence
of voices predicting their downfall,
the chorus of joy at their presence

They wake up to fearlessness
one more time — they imagine
never forgetting again
the full-hearted peace
where no demons can even
occur to them — everything given
to bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2019