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.

I’d love to hear your comments on any poems. To comment, click on the little speech bubble just under this text, to the right.

House

Posted on by
Reply

This is a house of prayer
a place to center
a place to be still
a place to wield the light-lines
of being,
to stand up for the justice
that rules in favor
of who you’ve always known you are.

This is a house of yes
Come here to be affirmed
Come here to enter
the entrancing
truth-impelled entrainment
with the ever-pulsing
symphony of Life.

This house,
This temple,
This body.
All I have,
All I need.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2013


Still

Posted on by
1

In the absence of words
the mind still does its melodies
sometimes with attention,
sometimes not,
and images may rise to meet the tunes

In the absence of conscious thought
the breath of life can still entrance —
so many variations to its inrush,
so many swirls within the currents
of its outward flow

In the absence of direction
the heart’s impulse, still present,
guides the mind into the stillness
before the words —
the quiet spring,
the soft upwelling
of what most needs to be heard.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 19, 2013


Ark

Posted on by
Reply

I will make this ark
from the course of the spark
between us —
the bright cathedral beams
that form from joy
when we meet each other,
when we have come eager
for the gift, ready
to be blessed,
humble and ignited with anticipation
for the way that arch forms
when our eye lights make contact
and the arc is completed.

We soar in elation
because we are made for this
and this ark of our connection
will hold us up,
lift us gently rocking
above the heaving waves
and we’ll be safe there
until the waters ease
and set us softly
on the reconsecrated shore.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2013


Life Cycles

Posted on by
Reply

There is no part, no particle,
no path of life
moving in the over-under cycle —
down, down to the depths of brown,
up, up in springing green —
which is not held in Love, 
and so attended,
profoundly celebrated in its present state,
wherever it may stand along the circle.

There is no end
to the bold, exploring,
pioneering edge of life
which leads with eager interest
and is fed
with all the newness
that rewards its rapt attention,
cascading and rising,
flowing and turning,
round and round the cycle,
ever free.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 14, 2013


Changes

Posted on by
Reply

Though we had imagined
a grand falling
attended, perhaps, by fire
and much bloodshed —
courageous sacrifice
to stand against the roaring maw —
and finally, colossal crashing,
followed by
a slow and tenuous rebuilding,

In the end
it was more a transformation,
a subtle redefining, a soft shifting,
something felt within the bones,
which then was seen in a great clearing —
dissolving of a shroud
(to our astonishment)
that we, up to that point,
had thought was sky —

And all the things
that never quite made sense
were then revealed
and so we claimed our place,
regenerated, healed.

© Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2013


Foundational Principles

Posted on by
Reply

My life depends
on my getting this right.
Not as in
I’ll die if I don’t
so much as that
I live when I do,
really live.

Which means that life itself
will thrive around me
and give me life
just as I give to it,
And I will move within the brightness
of the being that fulfills me —
brings out my essence
as I bring it forth.

It is given
that I’ll get it right,
If not in every case,
at least in moments,
which then must grow
till they’re the only kind —
the bracing breath
on which my life depends.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2013


Song of Being

Posted on by
Reply

The clear song poured forth
because it had to,
making no attempt
to fill the proffered goals
of artistry and excellence,
oblivious of any frames of critics.
It overflowed all their lines;
they were amazed
and put forth praise
and tried to hold it up
as the new standard.

But it kept coursing forth,
forever free,
forever unimpressed
by what the pundits said.
Clear song of being —
creating its own perfection
in every melody,
in every chord.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2013


End of Game

Posted on by
Reply

All ye all ye in free!
So we were called home
at the edge of dusk
when the lights were starting to glow
in the houses,
and the evening’s cool
was softening the sky
and we would all return
to the separate circles
of those lights, and our families.

Well, it’s getting to be
the end of the game
and all the chosen roles
and all the tokens
are swirling down the vortex
towards their fall —
What will we hear of next?
It’s a strange thought
that everything might be falling
but we can’t feel it
any more than we feel the earth’s spin
But there are signs
that the whole game is ending
so we are looking up
ready to be called home.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2013