Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Arguing the Case

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I need not plead for you
in the court of nightmares,
masking with bravado
a trembling sense
of being at the mercy of its sentences,
implacable, arbitrary, cruel.

I’ll take your case
to the light of day
where all those looming shadows
are revealed as two-dimensional —
lying flat along the ground
and bending with the walls,
insubstantial, fleeting as the hours —

For you were never subject
to the tales of failure,
never marred by the projections
of a bad light.
You have always stood empowered
in the grandeur of the genius
that ever brings you forth
intact, upright.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2013


Transfiguration

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It is good for us to be here,
and whatever we have brought —
our child fears, our defenses,
our adult masks, our opinions,
the scaffolding on which we’ve propped
our wobbly sense of worth —

Whatever we have brought
can sit here in this light
of what we’ve glimpsed within each other.
It can sit in that warmth,
bask in the slowly suffusing fact
that it’s forgiven. All of it.
We will fill with light till that’s all
we can see in each other,
and we will be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2013


There’s time

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Don’t worry —
Time won’t go without you.
We are the time-makers —
we breathe time,
it moves at our fiat.

Every one of us
has the power to insist
that time unfold in order,
allowing space for each expression
to come to full fruition,
each impulse to bring forth
all the blessing that impelled it,
each symphonic movement 
to build,
in its proper sequence,
to the place of final satisfaction.
Life doesn’t go without you —
there’s time.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 2, 2013


The affluence of forgiveness

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It doesn’t matter
how big, how horrible
the lie told about you.
It doesn’t matter
how often it was told,
or for how long,
or who believed it,
or even if you, too, were fooled.

It doesn’t matter
how it has accumulated,
what complications got piled up
and up, compounding that first lie,
it doesn’t matter
what consequences have accrued.

In the clarity of Truth
no lie is seen,
and in the sight of Truth
is the forgiveness
that absolves any size lie
and makes you clean.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2013


Centers

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And if our orbits
grow more elliptical,
swinging out towards wider distances,
it means that, more than ever,
I need your anchored presence —
something to fly back to
with pull that increases
from having been away.
I need us to home in,
for we are centers
for each other,
holding us on course
in our singular path
through the black sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2013


Mental Housekeeping

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I.
Well,
I can’t argue
with someone I don’t know,
(as ground shifts beneath me like water)
who clearly wants to set forth
a strong opinion,
and who hasn’t heard me
and doesn’t want to.
Let it go —
There may be common ground
with that person —
Just not here.

II.
No need to identify
with proffered bargains
for something less
than my whole being.
No need to settle for pain,
or for complaint,
or for a muddied, stagnant
view of life.
Right here in this day
are seeds from eons back
waiting for this perfect moment
to spring forth.

III.
When no excuse
can really cover
a stupid oversight,
and nothing in my makeup
can explain it,
and its implications
arraign me in a wrinkle of character
that time won’t smooth,
it’s OK to go back
and ask for a redo.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2013


A Taste

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Maybe
we haven’t even yet known
the depth and breadth
of how it feels
to leave the boundary of our skins
and stream in Spirit

We may have a taste of it
from when the spirit sloshes strong
against our insides,
suffusing us with sweetness,
sending tingles out beyond our limbs.
Or when we call each other
through the twinkle of our eye lights,
we can guess how it might be.

For now, perhaps,
that will have to do.
And it is certainly enough
to send me flying,
euphoria pushing up
under my wings.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2013


True Testimony

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I will not argue
against myself anymore.
I will not deny
my power or my desire,
I will not take the side
of death, decline, fatigue.

I am alive,
and Life’s essence
is the one thing I must manifest
in the being of myself —
I must always move as Life moves —
growing, sheltering, blooming,
attracting, rejoicing, communing.

I separate myself
from the internal voices
that try to make me think
I desire inertia.
I am of Life,
and Life supports my being
what it is, what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2013