Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Light Maintenance and Rescue Work

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I will be there for you
for I need
the bright gold liquid currents
made of truth and confidences
that flow between us when the channel’s open
I will tend that channel
since it’s such a source of life
nourishing, illuminating 
me and you

Yesterday I saw a stoppage
Saw my light
rolling off you and not going in
Saw the block of burden
and the hooded sadness
and the drifting starting up, the downward spin
So I reached out — no
I would not let you go there
Would not let you feel I didn’t
need your light
Or that I wouldn’t stop everything
Everything else
to get the channel flowing free again

Thank you for responding
Thank you for receiving my insistent light
For coming here to where the current
can continue bright
Thank you for reaching back in trust
For we both know
it rescued both of us.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 14, 2012



Wet June

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I will compose a song
in the tune of June
while the dark clouds
let light in at the distant edges
and four red lilies and one campanula
have opened in the rain
and a squirrel 
chomps almost-ripe cherries
shaking raindrops from the branches
Wet June
cloaking the length of days
so close to solstice
summer so far away.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2012



How could I not?

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Considering what it is to love,
Why would I not?
How, among these people
could there be any reason —
Any reason not to love them?

Would I 
not love them 
because of their pain?
would I 
not love them 
because of their wounds,
and how they carry themselves
shielding what is vulnerable?
would I 
not love them
because of the way they’ve found
to move in the world —
what they use to feed their hopes,
and their patched-together life-rafts of the things
that let them know that they are worthy?
Or how they talk, or how they look, or how they smell?

No.  There is no reason not to love them
No reason not to throw the cloak of caring
over their shoulders
and wrap them in the fabric of my presence 
and be there for them.  Whenever.

Considering what it is to love,
How could I not?
For to love is what defines us
and love is what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2012



I will dance

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I will dance because I need to
Dance because the world spins
faster than we know
Dance because the currents
call on me to throw
my coalescing self into the swirl
Dance because in dancing I will know
from the pull of the dynamic
who I am

I will dance
I will dance because it feeds me
with the rhythm of connection
and the instant-forged affection
of the spin
Dance because I learn, thus,
the elemental oneness
that summons us together from within

I will dance because this gift of dance is given
This gift of music which has been expressed
to fill us with our heritage of heaven
and let us know for sure that we are blessed.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2012


Little tears, little tears

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Little tears in eye corners
Little tears in fabric
Little sighs that come up
without my even noticing
Time to find some kind of mending
Time to hug, time to cry
Time for love and prayer sending
Time to greet each other without speaking

When the grand script is lost
and all its pieces
flutter separately against the fence
and we have chased them, tried to find them
patched them all together
and see in dismay
that now they make no sense,
It’s time to drop the story
and begin again

A tone, a chord
something to draw us back
to reestablish union
Something to fill the gapping lack
Somehow a new communion . . .
Frayed and scattered, we will gather
and will trust
that we will find ourselves again
because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2012


Two for Foret

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(Our friend Foret passed on yesterday evening.  This evening I took a bike ride, thinking of him, and these are the images that came forth.)

Life Affirms Itself

Life affirms itself
in brilliant blue of sky
and clouds laid out
in languid abandon
of wisps and splotches
brightness of the late sun 
softening the evening

It is a time for wistful thoughts of angels
and imagining us all gathering
free, now, from all our limitations —
all the times we felt we couldn’t share —
When we can recognize each other by the essence
that before we only saw in flashes
but which, in each of us, now shines clear 

Life affirms itself
in this and every yearning
and in each instinctive turning
to our Love.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2012














For Foret: A Tribute

Rainier-sized force of gravity
on the dance floor
Packing massive passion
Centrifugal powerhouse
Roiling currents with your playful storms
Humble and hoping
Romantic troubadour
Proffering sweet flowers plucked from air
Barefoot on your minstrel cycle
Seeking out harmonics, blending song
Forging from outlandish parts and phrases
A role you owned, a place where you belonged
I offer you this evening sky, this mountain
And through awakened feet, this farewell kiss
My feet to earth, and earth to you, Foret,
May you walk on in peace, inhabit bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2012



For Foret

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We will hold the light
We will acknowledge
What you are is ever filled by Spirit
As cupped hands catch falling water
Always full, and always, too, releasing
Refilled, in every moment, by its source
In this bright stream
no harsh insertion of a foreign object
no collision
can mar the substance of your being
No extraction, no subtraction
can reduce your essence.

So we’ll keep on seeing
your strong life
asserting still its sacred place
Still radiant, still free
Still reestablishing itself
in steady flow and unremitting grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2012


The ones I want

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These are people who I want to be with
How do I decide that?
What are the components
of the equation
that make me look upon our gathering
with eager openness, anticipation?

These are people I want to be with
Can I say it to myself about anyone?
Can I just choose to so regard them
and then feel that glow?
— I don’t know.

This is how I am drawn:
When I think of them, I light up inside
As I approach them, coming from a distance
New layers of aliveness
keep waking up
As I get closer
I start running

What qualifies them so?
I didn’t make a judgement
Didn’t pass them through a screen
Conducted no tests
I don’t know exactly why my heart
just said yes

These are people I want to be with
I didn’t engineer it so
It isn’t something I deduced from calculations
I just know.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 8, 2012



Serenity

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This morning when the 5:30 alarm blared,
Wrung from sleep, I noticed
that the Lord’s Prayer
was singing in my mind
And it remained there
left over from my dream
And it continued
its words and melody into my day
So I considered
How do I let myself be so centered
that every breath of Spirit moves me?
How does my agenda stay 
on how the law of Truth can use me?
— I held it dear, this clear intention
let it sift and order each dimension
let the songs, kaleidoscopic, overlap
let my memory keep coming back
to that keynote: to only seek to serve.
— thus coming into evening in serenity
savoring this small taste
of eternity.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2012



On the decision to choose our daughter’s birthday over a large social gathering

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We will stay with you
These things cannot be weighed in the same scale:
The sense of social inroads
against steady family presence
What we are trumps what we think we want
And we are here for you
Even if you end up doing something with your friends
And we figure very little in your plans
We’ll still hold the day
Just like that one twenty years ago
Where nothing else was happening
And it was mind boggling 
to imagine anyone could think 
that this was any day
A dawn like no other
The start of parenthood
The birth of our family
A thing no one could train me how to do
A world that suddenly grew tiny
in the constriction of the moment
And I said, if something has to break for this to happen
Let it break
And it did
And you arrived 
Sapient miracle
Blinking with wise and quiet eyes
Yes, we will stay with you 
We’ll mark this day
With all our lights commemorate
your shining way.

©Wendy Mulhern 
June 6, 2012