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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What we needed

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None of the things we brought with us
were what we needed.
How, after all, could we have predicted
this place, this world?
How could we have known
none of our hard-learned lessons,
our expectations, our opinions,
our conclusions
would have weight?

No matter,
for we still had what we needed.
It was in us
all along.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2013


Here it is

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Look — I want you to see this:
In this view it looks like
light gleaming through a glass brick.

In this view it looks like
a small cat, fearless, poised and purring.

In this view it looks like
you inner jewel —
serving as keystone
to complete the amulet
transporting us to our ancestral home.

Our feet have walked these hills
for thousands of years.
All the belonging to them
leaps up through our soles
at every step.
All the deep strength 
from this land
reaffirms
the thing I wanted you to see.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2013


Seeking your heart

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When you first noticed it,
it was so deep inside
it felt like an ache.
As you followed the convoluted folds,
the fractal turnings
in and in,
it started to feel sharper
and its heat
became insistent.
You followed hard
(as hard as you could,
the fragile softness at the edges
slowing you sometimes)

You came to where
you could see its glow,
still through many layers,
and now you approach
reverently
feeling your way
knowing the great light
will burst upon you any time.

©Wendy Mulhern 
October 30, 2013


Morning

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Waking up,
you start to see
that there’s no need to go back
among the scattered shards,
the steady ebbing of your fluids
and the halted breath
to find and try to rescue
all the fallen parts.

Nothing is broken
and your being
shines as fresh within this day
as it has always shone.
There is no tally
of all those wrongs,
the generations of remorse,
the shame.
It’s all gone
in this, the morning:
Your name is clear,
your loveliness the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2013


Fall

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Let me take a little time
to be dry,
dry as my mouth against this headwind,
dry as the crunchy leaves on the trail.
Let me take a turn
at the inward curl
that is done emoting
and waits to receive,
not needing to do so in any length of time,
not being watched for a reaction,
just breathing,
just feeling.
Grant me the abandon
to let myself fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2013


What I will say

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I’m getting ready,
storing up the words,
letting them steep in their power.
They cannot be spoken till their time —
They need to leap across a certain space
and they won’t go
until they know
someone’s there to catch them.

In a real sense
this is not a performance —
I can only bring one half of the arch.
I can only trust that,
in accordance with the Law of Love,
the other half will be supplied by others,
and the circuit will connect
and the light will beam.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 26, 2013


Harvest Time

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No worries that my blooms have slowed —
It is a time when juices flow toward seeds,
cushion them with sweetness,
bestow the gifts they need
to carry them on to the next grand rising —

A push of final energies,
a giving out of everything —
no stinting for the life that will remain.

After this part is over
and the new life moves on,
there will still be enough —
the nourishment will gather
in my roots and core,
and my stillness send its signal out
along the vast connections underground,
preparing me for more.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2013


Lifting

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And on the fifth day
the fog lifted —
not just the fleeting thinning
where a pale disk of sun
almost comes out,
but the revealing
of a deeply generous sky
and free reign of a splendid sun
that shone through brilliant autumn leaves
raising them from bright to luminescent.

(They had already been warm enough,
against the grey skies, to lift my spirits —
today they affirmed what also showed
in my internal landscape —
the lush detail, the depth of perfection
with which each leaf, each cell,
each object in the universe
is defined.)

©Wendy Mulhern
October 23, 2013


Heather’s Rant

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You wrapped yourself up in that rant,
happy for its warmth
and its unique fashion —
how it made a statement,
served to define who you are

And I must agree
you look cute in it —
It brings out the flash in your eyes.

I’ve always liked your taste in rants —
Not the mall-multiplied opinions
we see pasted everywhere,
Not the vitriolic firestorms
that torch others to achieve self-definition,
Not the howls of desperation flung up
from a deep hole —
You find these one-of-a-kind, eccentric rants —
Your rants have soul!

©Wendy Mulhern
October 22, 2013