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Ye Shall Find

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greenlake sun and reflection

The secret elixir,
abundant in the lake of grace —
deep as its reflection of the sky —
pure as tears,
will quench your thirst from inside,
provide the satisfaction
you wished you could believe in,
all those parched and lonely years
when you wandered amid the fake fountains
(cellophane streams you couldn’t even
put your hand in)

It is here behind the wall,
dark as wet concrete,
cool as echoes from the heart of caves,
warm as hope, as promises fulfilled —
When you drink of it,
you’ll never thirst or doubt again.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2016

Going Home

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rock with puddle

We’re all trying to go home.
The flailing stumbling is part of it,
the bold euphoric leaps are, too,
as is the boisterous chatter
and the quiet yearning,
as are the careful plans
and the impulsive searching

We’re all trying to be home,
and we will find it,
because it isn’t far
from every one of us,
for in home
we live and move and have our being.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2016

Heaven

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heaven(Creative Etymology)

If heaven is the breathing of everything,
the generous heave of the earth,
the inspiration, the release
across the days, the months,
the seasons,
the ever-cycling peace,
the renewal that comes back around,
inciting curls of growth,
currents rising and branching,
sending new life ever outward,
ever inward

Then it is heaven
to move just like this,
in concert with the breathing
of earth and sea, of sky and stars,
where everything has room
for its own unfolding,
where everything is held
and everything is free.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2016

Lift Off

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lift off

I could be coming to the point
where progress along the ground
becomes impossible,
where my feet no longer
can reach down, can find traction

And it doesn’t matter
that my brief hopes
to be a speedy runner
are dashed,
It doesn’t matter either
if the ground ends
just a few yards ahead,
and it may not matter
that I don’t know how to steer

This is not in my hands,
not in my feet either.
My heart is going home
so I guess
it has to bring me along.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2015

Progression

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As we roll down the landscape
like wind-riding clouds
exulting in our stretching
and our shifting
and our effortless progression
through the expansive blue

There’s no need to remember
the shells we left behind —
how rigid they were, and how fragile,
and how essential we somehow
thought they were

No need to consider going back,
for everything we ever were is here —
our substance and our power,
now finally liberated
can take their place
in heaven’s sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2015

Walking the Land

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beloved land

Other people have loved this land before.
Signs of their presence,
in leaning posts and rusted fence wire
are unmistakable. And in the fact
that this is pasture — grass
must have been mowed last year

But something else calls out —
an echo of my footfalls,
generations old, perhaps,
And how this love that rises
from the land
must have captured others

They must have felt held,
just like this, in the sun, the air,
the solitude
and the quiet endurance
of all things living,
all these things that wait
for our full return.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 14, 2015

Taste of Heaven

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winter color

We start to look away
from all the things we thought
we cared about —
mementos, milestones, celebrations,
everything we thought would mark success

The taste of heaven
tingling on our tongues
drives us, hungry,
toward something we’re not finding
in the old pursuits

We seek it
in every place we’ve seen it —
smiles of strangers, twinkling eyes of friends,
wild abandon of winter colors in the land
and the promise of souls touching
hinted in those
inexplicable
sudden moments
when the uncountable
Importance of Everything
gleams clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2014

Coming Home

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sunset home

Everybody’s coming home.
What looked like long and rocky trails,
what looked like walls, what looked like jails,
what looked like horrid snarls
of debt and obligation
are all the same

We set out on our journey
with strong resolve,
desperately determined
to give all it takes,
This time to finally leap free
of all those loops that snagged us,
dragged us back
so many times

We’re coming home.
It may be our resolve
or just the truth of our belonging:
The hard travails begin to fade
as we engage them —
We wake,
We wake to find ourselves
home.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2014