The holy city
comes softly present within,
infusing my thought with chords,
showing the substance,
showing the centered poise
power and peace call their source
Of course we have always needed the infinite,
needed intelligence,
needed desire
Everything true in us
always has lived here –
to every part
the city is known,
the beauty of holiness
leads us to find it
leads us to find it home.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2022
Pre-dawn encounter with holiness
had me walking thoughtful –
each of these steps,
the realm in which they fall,
the course where I am led –
a wholly different world
from what I thought,
but which has been here all along,
and I’ve been walking in it
though I didn’t know
What changes with this shift?
It is a new land, or more,
it is remembering –
it’s how my feet proclaim
this is their always home –
they find the balance
comforting, empowering,
something the world could never
make them forget how to do.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2022
“Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept”
The song rings through me in the night,
it carries me, tunes me,
holds my harmonics pure
I will be holy,
I will chime through the darkness,
I will find the clarity of inner light,
my footsteps, though unseen, will still be sure
I will keep it, this great solemnity,
for it engenders gladness to the core.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 16, 2020
We come to understand
that we are holy,
not in closing ourselves off,
not in excluding anyone,
but in refusal to be anything but kind
and in insistence on keeping our light shining
and bearing witness
to every other light
and not permitting any
to be snuffed out
We come to understand
that this is our protection —
not in hiding but in standing up
to any imposition on our wholeness.
We will not allow ourselves
to be unloving or untrue,
and this will bring all impostors down.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2016
We stand on holy ground.
You can feel it through your feet,
how it isn’t about this place
(opposed to any other place)
but it is about this place,
this here, connected by all points,
the way the feet of everyone
who touches down
are holy, drawing up, as they do,
all the sacredness of earth
As we stand in this place
we will not be moved.
In our holiness
we cannot be enslaved.
A thousand efforts
to catch us up
will just fall,
and we will stand as free
as vapor, as wind,
ever only responsive
to the Love that breathes us.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2016