Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Your arms full of tools,
your face full of sun,
you face the task at hand
armed with resolve.

And what would ever hold you back
except those voices, that can only say
“you don’t want to do that.”
They are as insubstantial as shadows.

Shadows can chill you,
but only when you’re not moving —
their bars can’t hold you in.

How bright the joy
of going forward —
Your movement, not your fears,
thus your defining substance,
your goodness not in theory
but in action,
your life not in the future but in now.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2013


Today

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Joy springs up,
bubbles along its channels,
overflows.

So much goodness in today —
Things that waited many years to surface,
deep in hidden aquifers,
pulled up by gratitude,
sweet from long, cool resting
under rock;

Things that came just now —
the rising to the challenge
of present weather,
the brightness of success in being true.

Joy feeds joy,
as gratitude brings forth the same,
Goodness stays
when circulated day by day.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 22, 2013


Keeping

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I will keep
what’s been committed
to my trust —
each precious soul-glimpse,
each secret shared
(or spilled, in the earnest, bumbling
sloshing of a heart,) 

each gift that’s given me
of hard-won ease,
each doubt-enfolded impulse
that fights its way through all those layers
and emerges
in some quick moment I may chance to see —

These are priceless —
I will give them all the honor they deserve.
I will keep them,
I will not forget.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2013


Principle

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There’s nothing esoteric
in the law that governs everything,
no subtle knife edge
to walk on in the dark,
where truth would be delivered
if you could only get it right
(but probably you’ll wander in the fog)

The law that governs everything
is written in the code
of everything that’s governed,
as simple as light,
as ineluctable as grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 20, 2013


Recovering

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Underneath
the roar of my breathing,
more solid than the many thumps —
my heartbeat and its tributary pulses,
deeper than the image of myself
spread out along the sprawl
of my body,
is where I find my peace.

There is a quiet fire
that doesn’t even flicker
at the perturbation of yawns,
that isn’t damped
by the gathering of fog.
It warms my bones
and sets them secretly aglow
beneath my flesh,
around my silent core

And it will burn
throughout the hours of sleep,
delivering me sound
into the arms of dawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2013


Atomization

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Each of them felt alone
but maybe it wasn’t true.
Each felt the others were against them
but maybe it wasn’t true.
Each one felt caught up in a seesaw
where others put them down
out of a need to be the upper one
but maybe it wasn’t true.

Maybe the conflict 
really was a screen between them,
distortions in the filters,
which none of them owned.
Maybe if they felt betrayed,
or framed, or misconstrued
it wasn’t others, but a general fear
that fogged their view.

And maybe any one of them could pause,
Just stop.
Breathe.
Wait.
Long enough to let the dust fall away.
And keep on watching till they glimpsed
the other as a mirror,
shining, multiplying back their light.
It might astonish everyone
and maybe it’s true.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2013


Your questions

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You ask yourself —
What is my place?
Where do I fit?
Am I enough?

How could you have any doubt?
The light that shoots through you
flows into me,
igniting other threads of my connection.
Your hands are made to heal
what you have touched, 
and you have touched me.

Life needs you to do the thing
you wonder if you dare desire,
(you ask if you’re allowed to have such sweetness)
How could you have any doubt?
This is the thing you were made for,
This was made for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2013


Web

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Maybe it only takes
holding your hand,
and yours — one on each side —
for the circuit to connect,
and the ancient courage
in which we know all things are possible
will flow forth.

Just so we know
we’re not alone —
So we become formidable
and we will draw our circles
in the streets
and link our threads of knowing
till our web is thick and springy
and can hold us all together,
save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2013


Discernment

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If I can see this fog
then I can see
it isn’t that you’re blurred
and indistinct,
it isn’t that you’re dull and distant.

I can separate
the vibrancy of you
from that illusion.
I can see
there is no need
to find a way to brighten you
or to discard you
due to lack of color.

I can let my understanding
lift my vision
till the fog disperses
and I see you clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2013


Turn

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We are called to this place
by something as insistent and elemental
as what causes leaves to turn,
and then to fall,
as what makes dewdrops form
in the cold moments before morning.

There is no question —
When we have filled our lungs
and feel our hearts made ready,
we will sing —
words we never heard before,
a tune we didn’t know
but which will find its tones
in perfect harmony
with everyone who has been called.

We turn alone
but we are many —
uncountable, assembled
to be the new voice pouring forth
in wonder. Changing everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2013