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Defending Innocence

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I stand here afterwards,
a bit bewildered —
The flames haven’t hurt me
and the smoke is clearing,
and it wasn’t exactly a battle . . .

I took a stand for innocence,
and it came under fire,
but what got singed was just
the guilty part I held within.

Unaltered was the call
to stand for innocence
and let no rising voice,
indignant, shocked, alarmed,
deflect my steady sight
of innocence inviolate —
every person’s right.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2013


Your questions

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You ask yourself —
What is my place?
Where do I fit?
Am I enough?

How could you have any doubt?
The light that shoots through you
flows into me,
igniting other threads of my connection.
Your hands are made to heal
what you have touched, 
and you have touched me.

Life needs you to do the thing
you wonder if you dare desire,
(you ask if you’re allowed to have such sweetness)
How could you have any doubt?
This is the thing you were made for,
This was made for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2013


Turn

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We are called to this place
by something as insistent and elemental
as what causes leaves to turn,
and then to fall,
as what makes dewdrops form
in the cold moments before morning.

There is no question —
When we have filled our lungs
and feel our hearts made ready,
we will sing —
words we never heard before,
a tune we didn’t know
but which will find its tones
in perfect harmony
with everyone who has been called.

We turn alone
but we are many —
uncountable, assembled
to be the new voice pouring forth
in wonder. Changing everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2013


Love’s Calling

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Your essence emerges —
matrix, vortex, center —
The infinite converges
and flows through —
Effortless abundance.

You stand,
your gifts pouring forth
from your open hands,
your warming core
providing incubation.
Your inherent love
shines out unbidden, reflexive,
an unintended beacon,
still guiding true.

You are right:
You’re here because
you have been called.
Your answering ensures
the need is met.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2013


Generativity

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The daily bread we’re given
is always enough
to feed five thousand —
We are provided
not for just survival
but for all the generosity
we can fathom,
all the love
we are willing to extend,
all the abundance
we can comprehend.

It’s not enough
to think we have a small pittance
that covers us and no one else,
that we must hoard, hide, and defend.
We are designed
to be an open flow.

“Love your neighbor as yourself”
can also mean
Love your neighbor as who you are —
Love your neighbor as love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2013


What I’m here for

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I have these eyes —
this intersection of perception,
this way of seeing

I have this truth at my core
that gives me context
to interpret what is here,
to understand the law
that flows in everything

I have this love
(not made by me
but found in me, as me)
It is my life to be it,
to insist that it illumine
all that I behold,
so bearing witness
with my eyes, my truth, my love
to what I am,
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2013


A first-world problem

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Darkness looms about the house,
enters the old man’s dreams,
makes him heavy —
He won’t get up.

My love is far away,
my friends move in their own orbits,
the music pipes on bravely
but I’m lost

This is a first-world problem —
my house is warm and dry
and safe
and well-supplied.

The only thing I lack today
is feeling useful —
the sense of purpose and essential role
that serves community,
helps make it whole . . . 

I will fight for this
each day I have to —
to feed some greater need
would fill my soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2013


Monuments

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We think we build for eternity,
Yet all those heavy, heady things —
documents of finances,
records of transactions and transitions —
become as useful as the old computers
that contain them,
decaying towers of plastic obsoleteness.

We think our lives are fleeting,
Yet those moments
like where a hug reached through
beyond the mask of separation,
and where you saw a soul
and felt illumined,
and how you worked together
in the quiet, deft companionship
of knowing what was needed and delivering —

These times, uncaptured by recording,
still remain,
undimmed monuments
to the heart of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2013


Crafting

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Going in, I need to be
completely clean —
no burrs, no barbs, no sticky spots
to catch at the fragile web.

If I am to piece together
from these parts as soft and thin as petals,
a garment that will serve to cover us,
give us a name, a role,
a way to hold ourselves,
Then I must sew it deftly —
no rips or tears to render it
in need of still more sewing

So let me pause here first,
let all investment fall away
that I may be
a good instrument,
and my work true.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 15, 2013


Fruition

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This is a time of closing of the arc,
not as in a downward fall towards death,
climax past,
but as integrity of structure,
in which the strength is realized,
and all the flyaway, forgotten hopes
of many years
now have a place
to weave themselves back in,
to form a vessel
that can hold
all these sweet fruits.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2013