Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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in the valley of bones*

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in the history of each half-lived life
so many bones
so many broken things
abandoned promises, buried dreams
sunken hopes with all their limp and dangling tendrils

(this is what I was going to be
this is what I meant to create
this was the early childhood promise
that was blighted by some careless, heavy hand)

fear not
each of these gets to rise
each one gets to join with others
as was intended, as was designed
to form a perfect arc
through which can pulse
the light of life
illumine everything
redeem each fallen chance

son of man, can these bones live?
can the mighty wind of oneness
unite their spirit again?
look
look and see
the rise of even that
one small tendril
is your proof.

*Ezekiel 37


©Wendy Mulhern
October 21, 2011



Today’s gift

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so touched
to the core
so held
nothing more
is needed
so loved
all the ancient questions
hold their breath
and then release
in sweet relief
their chronic tensions
slowly, dawns
awakening
a stretch that rolls and rolls
through waves of rising power
a fresh intake
of bracing inspiration
new meaning for this hour
hold it dear
and share it as you can
the crystal call for all
to know
they’re ever of the clan.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2011



Learning Trust

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to Love:

You told me how you’re learning
in measured, clear-eyed steps
how to walk the balance beam of trust —
To walk, real, in your love and still stay safe.
And when a trust was breached at night
You took yourself in hand
You said to yourself, “wait, how am I safe?”
and let the answer rise up from within:
“I’m here, and there are locks on all the doors
And we were not in any danger, even then
He was a human, even when intruding
and so was bound by countless human norms
the ones that keep us safe among each other
He didn’t try to do us any harm.
“But furthermore,” you said, “I’m always safe
because I’m Spirit, and Spirit never dies.”
I saw the calming truth of that 
Shine, certain, from your eyes
— one more example of your practice 
of this crucial art
Thank you for the courage of your open heart.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2011



Inner Strength

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It’s hardly morning yet, but you wake up
to consciousness fast chased by overcast —
the inner stories laying out your challenges,
your pain, and how you’ll never be enough . . . 
As you pause to try and summon inner strength
consider this:
Beneath the weight of all the stories
What woke this morning is the spark of you
which rises like a giant
throwing off those stagnant lies
like blankets
or cracking through their concrete 
like a swelling seed
sending streams of strength
through your limbs and loins
a steady rushing brightness
that must change you from inside
until you own your inner strength 
and so abide.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2011



This, My Mission

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Mission is a strong elixir
Gulped with joy, its heady mixture
sends me flying, full of hope
excited by its mighty scope

Deep as my desire, this mission
now ingested, licks within
impelling flames to move me, quicken
my intent to realize its vision

So I burn, and so I ask for water
something calming, nurturing and cool
provision for the now, but also after –
to let the mission hum and purr
but not consume –
Within the chambers of the fire
I seek a quiet room

Take off your shoes
it tells me
Feel the ground
It’s nothing that you have to do alone
You have the chorus of the wind within
which, holy, holds you cool
and keeps you sound.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2011


Hearts’ Doors

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For Susie, Carol, and Love

Each of these openings
Leads to infinity
Each of these gifts
Is enough
To knit together the world
Each of these women
Has a heart
That includes the sun
So will we shine
So, simply, tone the world whole
And as for us?
Well, of course
We’ll be included
Each of us
In the hug for us alone
We each so need.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2011




Returning

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Thank you for your peace
Today I’m back for more
Thirsty
Vaguely lost
Disoriented
by relentless tides
pushing from within against my skull
And so I turn
Lay down the package I’ve been toting
All the bricks and rocks I seemed to think I needed —
stories explicating who I am and why —
Spirit, I am yours, and that’s enough
No need for more
No need for knowing what
bright path tomorrow will provide
Only that you guide me from inside.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2011



Lullaby for Myself

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    Steady Spirit
Take me home
Wash my soul in bubble bath
Wrap me in a huge white towel
Terrycloth, with hooded corner
Let me leave my foolish day behind
Let my thoughts be gently realigned
Rock me till I give up all my tangled, knotted will
Let me float into your peace
And there, at last, be still.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard: “Doors of Life”)

Perfection

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some things are perfect
delightful in every way
nothing contrary
has any say
some things you win
applying
meticulous design
some things come so simple
they arrest your mind
you ponder
how could this have happened?
can I make it work again?
but you don’t know the answer
so the mystery remains
and some things, by their nature
when you let them be
will always come up shining
and you just may see
there’s a wisdom in releasing
all your dreams to find their homes
there’s a magic in allowing things
to come into their own.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2011






Love Tuning

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I weary of the stories
that keep running in a loop
I want to lay them down.
Quantum love is everywhere at once.
It doesn’t need to travel
doesn’t need to struggle
through the rough terrain of speculation
tenuous analysis of data
evaluation whether
there exists enough attraction
on the other side
to match one’s own.
Love requires no story
and engenders none.
Love was here before the words
and love endures long after
all the words are done.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2011