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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Daily Poems

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Every day has a poem in it
— That little girl starting to run,
short-stringed kite two feet above her head
Her mom, walking behind her, smiling
(colors: pink, purple, red)
— That man on racing bike,
his smile denoting deep contentment —
Each of these are poems
though only briefly intersected here

Clouds dance along horizon
reminding me there’s more
than the smell of tar,
the roar of motors;
There are
Echo tunnels on the trail,
A chalk-drawn paean to Love
(now almost washed away)
And a delighted Downs boy with a dog

The sun begins to cook the day under the overcast
The coolness sighs and looks for places to lie down
The wind bears thistle fluff along
and sets it in the river
Small girls with their grandma play around

Every day has a poem in it
I only need to dip my head in
like these ducks
Reach beneath the surface,
Pull it up.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2012


Reclamation

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After the voice of scorn was banished
Other voices began to rise
tentative at first,
but gaining strength from each other
The voice of wonder
The voice of “of course!
You have a right to joy;
Of course goodness is the organizing principle!”
The voice of liberation
The voice of exaltation
The voice of a continual elation
Realizing every silenced hope
could claim its place
and start to sing again.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 7, 2012



The meaning of hope

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For those of you who never found
in the box of proffered choices
anything that fed your soul
Who turned back sadly 
While others raced towards goals
for which you had no interest

For those of you who never thought it fair
to have to settle for the duties of the day
Who couldn’t bring yourselves to care
for all the regulations of the game
Though voices of authority intoned
“Grow up, assume your role, and play”

Take heart, for that same discontent
Reveals another world beyond the game
A place where all your heart’s desires are met
Where what you are receives its right acclaim

What you must give may not be found in stores
May not be priced and parceled, stamped and screened
But it is real, and when you bring it forth
It starts to map the world for which we dream
Each of your earnest hopes affirms the presence
Of your beloved, unarguable essence.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 6, 2012



Twilight, Green Lake

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Down under the trees
We watched the slow darkening
of green leaves
against the blue of sky
viewed from below
while evening’s glow
settled on the lake

And we had no hurry
We had time to rest like stones
Releasing the day’s heat into the night
And we could speak in low tones
Close enough to hear each word
To feel the peaceful rise and fall of breathing
And the ease of shared feeling,
Understanding rising as the light receded.
Relishing the much needed
stretch of growth together
Like these trees that gain their inches
in the dark.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 5, 2012


Homing

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The water is homing
Carving deltas in the sand
Delta for change
though this is timeless
Water homing
A grand joining
from every place where it had seeped
at high tide
Water flowing
in zigzag patterns of the moment
through the sand
Pooling in our footprints
Dissolving them, but halted
for a time
in the impressions

Water like multitudes, molecules
Each called alone
Moving together as one
Water like 
us claiming our freedom
through the simple act
of moving as we are called.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2012



Seattle Summer

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There may not be a way to find a reason
why these delicious days are rationed —
Whether to preserve their fragile, fragrant freshness
or the eagerness with which our skin receives them
Or whether it’s designed to keep us guessing
Or ready us for some exquisite blessing
in some other realm.  No matter —

The brilliance of today
will leave a mark across the summer
Shine its golden rays
over many cloudy cold ones
Teach us to embrace it
and every potent sign
of imminent awakening,
each glimpse of the divine.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2012


Prayer Circle

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In the cooling evening

In  the circle we had drawn
and sanctified by what we each had shared
In the space before the moonrise
As the sun departed softly
We united in our silent circle prayers

High on the hill, accompanied by kites
We whispered our desires,
We held them to the sky
And then together, when we all were ready
Sent them seven circle rounds and home

The common movement’s unity
The confluence of fervency
The power of our prayers
The comfort of community
Became a catalyst, I’m sure
(Beginning with each consciousness here present
Continuing with each one we each touch)
For something that, unfurled
Will now transform the world
In each of our perceptions and beyond.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2012

We are called

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We are called to liberty
Called to serve that thing in us
that levitates
that lifts
that fills us with the power to leap
to fly

We are called to joy
and nothing else
has any voice nor sway
No tales of heavy burdens or their virtues
No tales of guilt or prices we must pay
No tales of lack of worth or ancient shame
Can stand the test of truth or win the day

We are wired for liberty
And only that
Can spark our motivation
Only the call of joy can make us rise
So proving it to be our true salvation.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2012


Navigating

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In this fractal hall of mirrors
where everything you think
reflects itself on every level
everywhere you look
till thought resembles thing, resembles cause
You need to trust a different sense to guide you:
Close your eyes and pause
until you feel the inner weight and balance
always present, always true
that gives you poise, and finds your center,
sounds the thought-scape through
so you can find out where you really are

This is how you know what are the lies,
what are the laws:
In the grand dynamic that is you
Your deep harmonics clarify the view
And every scene that’s fractured must dissolve
Leaving you resplendent in your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2012


Sustenance Prayer

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Hold my days, Spirit
Hold my days —
I won’t find satisfaction any other way
You are the wind that moves all;
It’s so clear
Nothing else is substance; nothing else
is even here

You are the breath of my desire and its fulfillment
You provide the inner fire 
and the inner stillness,
my going out and coming in,
My home and my adventure
Each thrill, each triumph, every friend
And all I can imagine

It does no good for me to build my dreams
with bricks of circumstances, things and schemes
Which are ephemeral
as ripples intersecting
They flash and disappear, and no projecting
of meaning onto them can make them last
(They only glint in future and in past)
But that which moves in me and gives me life
Sustains me always,
Always makes me thrive.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2012