For Carol

on her 80th birthday

It isn’t veneration 
But bright delight that you inspire
For how you step forth, new
Taking in each day
with readiness
to grow, to learn, to shine
to let yourself, repeatedly
be re-imagined
New-formed like every wave that greets the shore

And for the ageless, trusting innocence
with which you ride that wave
(of you)
Coursing down the crest
of all that you’re becoming

In the surging, swift aliveness 
that affirms you
You remind us
We can jump into that life
and surf with you.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2012


Moment

In this moment of bright sun
Lighting up the leaves and needles
Making clinging raindrops iridescent spheres
Painting shadows, elegant, along all northern sides
I must write quickly

Fleecy clouds that fly illumined
Dancing in their sudden splendor
Also form the vanguard of a darker front
In this moment
Smoke from chimneys joining steam
that rolls from sun-warmed roofs
Wet roads as bright as mirrors
Trees stretched out across a blue almost forgotten
I must write quickly
before it’s gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2012


Another prayer of thanks

Thank you, Life, for showing me
what it is to love
To feel that bright, igniting joy
at someone’s presence in my days
And with each flash of love
be brought to life

Thank you, Life, for showing me
what it is to be loved
To feel that luminescent circle
holding me
Embracing me in tender, warming glow

Thank you for the shimmer of awareness
that I can always love
and reap the richness of that blessing
all the time

Thank you for the sureness
that I am always loved
And I can rest there
Everywhere at home.

©Wendy Mulhern
12/12/12


I shall rise up

I shall rise up
Not with bravado
Not with self assurance, certainty
Not with something to proclaim to others

Before the rising there will be
A coalescing
A gentle gathering of many particles
A condensation and a flowing down
A pooling in the lowest, stillest place I am

And I shall rise up
Seed swelling, irrepressible necessity
will send a root first, downward as an anchor
And that in me which needs to feel the bright of day
will spring forth
to be greened.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2012


Fundamental frequency

Let me sink
into this hammock
This cocoon
This softly swaying place
Where my weight is cradled
by the kindness
of the force that holds me here

Let me swing
in the fundamental frequency
of that which breathes the cosmos
Singing me
as it sings the stars
Lullaby of motion

Let me fall
gently to my center
where the quiet pulsing hope
remains connected
to the universal light
and hums the harmony
of that great song
that carries me in sweetness
through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2012


Wonder Vision

I put on the eyes that see colors
that see the depth and hue of shifting sky
That see the glow of things reflected off each other
Enchanting golds and oranges
softly warming planes and curves
Satisfying turn of shade
gracefully adorning trunks of trees

The colors stay with me when I close my eyes
Now free to recombine
like wind-tossed clouds
or frothing ocean foam
swirling and shifting
Now serving to refine
my understanding
of how the universe
breathing and lifting
gives  wonder to the vision of my days.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2012


Releasing Light

In the enslavement 
to which we’re bound
(held down by loops of thought
cleverly designed to make us think
they are our own)
We’re trained we’re only due a little light —
Strings of little lights at Christmas
Rare and hard-earned smiles, short vacations
A glimmering of satisfaction
coming up through layers and layers
of drudgery
Only one love in life
and no more loved ones
than we can count on a hand or two.

Why not throw off the loops?
Why not abandon
the voice that says
“How dare you? How dare you think
that you could have some more?
Why not claim
for ourselves and everyone else
all the light —
All the light that we are!

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2012


Mirrors

I think your soul is beautiful
because you mirror me
I see myself seen in your eyes
and what I see you see is beautiful

I see your soul as beautiful
and can’t believe
the things you say about the dark inside
since they don’t match the light I see
when I see you see me

You think my soul is beautiful
Not for my native talents
Not for my hard-earned insights
Not for my steady tending, through the darkness
of my inner flame
But for the way I saw you beautiful
when you saw me
when I felt you knew my inner name.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2012


Praying in the dark

Spirit, light, today I need
some warming core
some inner seed
some steady, peaceful, self-contained assurance
that all is well within, that my endurance
won’t even be stretched thin by these dark days
that that which rises up within to sing your praise
will carry me in joy along whatever course you choose
will bubble forth and grow more strong
the more it’s used
so glowing with a warmth
that I can feel and also share
thus showing forth your presence
here and everywhere.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 3, 2012