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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Words of the Prayer

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I keep coming back to the words,
they keep reminding me,
they rise in thought
inviting me to take their meaning,
inviting me to stop everything
and go down deep
and let myself be fully realigned

The words keep coming back to me
like glimpses of beauty
and the sudden concentration of freshness
in the air — from what? from wind,
from sun? From the sweet breath
of trees and grass?
They come to me
like looking up and being amazed,
like seeing something that is always there
but now insists that I notice.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2019

Our Days

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These are our days,
this is what we’re doing —
there isn’t more
than the work at hand
and the strength that meets it
and the patience of
one task in front of the next,
taking the steps available

These are our days,
this is what we’re doing
as swallows dart around the site
and sun and clouds take turns
and the grass has grown silver tips
that sheen with shifting winds
and the garden is growing
much slower than our eager observation,
slow as our work
which will progress anyway,
in its own time.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 26, 2019

Glory and Strength

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“give unto the Lord glory and strength”

It is rightfully called glory,
this internal exaltation,
this joy, this calm,
this shining out of
what I now experience as me
and know I don’t create it

Strength, as well, can truly be called given,
when I know this power
(which doesn’t come from me)
keeps welling infinitely,
supports me without end,
defines me as I use it
not to some grand end
that I have conjured up
but in the bright being
of eternal Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2019

Quiet Mind

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With eyes shut
I could be anywhere —
my mind quickly slips me
far from this parking lot —
I shift again and notice
I’m not actually on the cabin porch
nor yet in the northern meadow
with the midday brightness
that now refracts
in many flashing triangles,
shards of memories
and fallen vectored efforts
seeking to settle,
seeking a quiet mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2019

Swallowed

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And if we are swallowed
we will go down in grace,
we will go down doing
what we’ve been called to do

If we are swallowed
(by climate change,
by civil dissolution)
we may get three days,
three nights,
in the belly of a fish
to reset what we know

Maybe we’ll wake up
in a different place,
or maybe we’ll be here
with the same questions

We will pay our vows,
we will give back what we owe,
we”ll take this adventure
right down to the core.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2019

Life as Fountain

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I seek to live my being
as a fountain,
just like these flowers do,
my substance entirely comprised
of the love force that rises
fragrant and colorful,
fresh-edged in the communion
of what it gives
with what needs it,
calling forth myriad responses
from myriad beings,
exulting in what it offers
and what it receives.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2019

Rising

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It was never a matter
of us saving ourselves,
never a case where any one
could individually rise,
never a case where some could go higher
with others left behind

I see it now. My own rising
entails the rise of my esteem
for everyone I see.
The world is saved that way,
as we each see
the face of God in each other,
as we each witness
the glory of collective grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2019

Innocence

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Such an awe-inducing gift
to be shown
the innocence of all the people here —
the child light shining up
through everything they do,
the hope of goodness,
the hope of being seen

There is no snarl of circumstance
that’s not untangled
effortlessly, gently,
in the rising tide of gratefulness
as each of these
receives the benediction —
yes, you’re welcome and essential here,
yes, you are supported in your being.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 17, 2019

Ways to open

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You could say we were
victims of our beliefs
or rather
victims of our unbelief —
the subtle closing of the doors of thought,
restricting flow, though we rail
against the blockage

Still we’re looking for the ways to open —
how at will, or through some method,
or by some yet-to-be-revealed incantation
or transformation,
we receive the flood of inspiration
that makes us understand,
that makes us whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2019

Remember

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Before you go to sleep,
before you slip
into the sweet kaleidoscope
that mirrors and recombines
all you saw and felt
throughout the day

Before you turn out lights
and leave the moon
to its bright vigil
through the night

Before releasing your thoughts
like doves
to fly to their home roosts

Remember what you are
and how it guides you
through your dreams
as well as through your day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2019