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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Creek Dance

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You greet the water like an old friend,
feel its refreshment in the same ways,
drink the joy of recognition,
relish the kinship in your deepest currents

Both of you have flowed through long channels,
both are bearing many memories,
you will take the time to really listen,
you will stand and close your eyes and see

It’s no surprise that later you’ll feel stronger –
layers of worry smoothed from off your brow.
You’ll keep the creek dance with you as you travel –
as it invites you, you’ll remember how.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2020

photo by susanna maria

Before the Heat

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Morning, after a night
mostly too warm for blankets,
I’m banking up on cool,
wearing my long, light, sleeveless dress,
watching the hazy fingers of sun
reach across the shadows

Turkey families with their
thirst quenching chirps
trot up crosswise to the sun,
dogs bark beyond the fields

The day will steam and bustle
and then bake, the trees will rustle
in the hot winds. We will find a way
to drape ourselves through it
until the coolness
on the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 16, 2020

Into Night

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Day done, the coolness settled in,
dark enough for lights indoors
but not outside

Cricket choruses pulse distinctly
from different spots –
the group in the old maple
gives way, as I walk by,
to the one in the blackberry patch,
both two-toned, wide-intervaled and strong

Then a moment of relative quiet
before I step among the firs,
where it sounds like more crickets,
but farther off, their pulse more subtle

In this time before night,
they hold the strong cords
that carry us securely
through the transition.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 13, 2020

My Flight

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If birds pray by flying ….
I don’t know they do
but I know I would,
my wings receiving
the subtle currents of the air,
my whole self resting in its cushion,
the lift revealed, the vistas swift unfolding,
my pinions understanding

Yes, I would fly, and let my flight be prayer,
I would pray, and let my prayer be art.
Let me ride the winds of exaltation
wherever you may want me to explore.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2020

The Light that Casts No Shadow

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The light that casts no shadow
glides into the canyons of your heart –
colors that you never saw
glow forth from all your deepest places

Things that you had feared
and your strategies to overcome them
suddenly are gone, as are the things
you didn’t like about yourself
with their attending judgments
and castigations

All those constructs of the dark
didn’t even need to be swept up
and casr away –
the light that fills you up
was all you needed.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2020

What I Needed

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When I needed to hear
words to convince me
of the depth and presence of Love,
and how they could heal me
and focus my life’s purpose,
they were there

And when I needed to hear
music falling from the sky
sifted through the fir trees,
calling out from three trees away,
it was there in my ears

When I needed a sign that,
despite the garden’s failings,
we would gain the skills we need –
though through lessons I am slow to learn,
in time I’ll find I’ve learned enough –
that sign was there

I will not ask for more
than the constant care that guides my days.
I will watch humbly to be shown
and strive to act
as I am led.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2020

Gratitude and Purpose

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I have contentment
and equilibrium,
and vistas big enough
to overwhelm my sight,
giving vision to my freedom –
certainly that’s plenty

Beyond that, it’s out of my hands.
Beyond that, I can work to see
that the unfolding of my days
is true – see that it matches
the potential that is given,
continue in my daily press
toward heaven.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 7, 2020

Best Served

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The dream of finished work
is dangerous. I start imagining
how it would feel
to wash my dishes in a sink,
to take a bath,
to walk on clean smooth floors
with bare feet, to see the brightness
and the color in the walls

Better to step back and be glad
that on a rare cool summer day
I already can bake,
and light a fire,
and watch the mist
from a dry place inside

Everything will come in time,
and I’m best served
by living in the glory of today,
by giving what is asked of me
and counting that for joy.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 6, 2020

The Day’s Last Task

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You go each night to do your last task –
closing the well house, checking that
all is well

And the night almost always
entices you to stay longer,
to watch the stars come out,
and the nocturnal wildlife,
to listen to the crickets
and let the day’s stresses dissipate
in the evening coolness

Many comforters may meet you
along that walk –
may they reach you in the places
you need them most.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2020