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Grace for Today

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“Give us this day our daily bread;
Give us grace for today, feed the famished affections;”*
Today this verse
that I have heard
these many years
rang with potent meaning
in my ears
For now I notice
it affirms that I am hungry
that this deep gnawing, this distraction
is a need
that keeps me turning
since I yearn for something
surface day won’t feed
I yearn to move
in the strong current of affection
feel the tide of powerful connection
not to stand alone, to be unmoved
but to be moved in perfect balance
pouring out my care
into the network of our oneness
feeling the reverberation running back
filling in the ocean of my lack.
* From the Lord’s Prayer with Mary Baker Eddy’s spiritual interpretation


©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2011



A True Confession

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It’s time for me to stop bragging
and confess my need
I need to share
the Mind touch
and not be alone
I need the sweet receivers of my being
I need to know that I am of the One.
That would assuage 
the loneliness
I beat back daily
(usually with pretty good success)
obviate my craving for some token
a heart connection openly expressed
unfold for me the oracled reunion
where all of us remember who we are
and dance as one in rapturous communion
so satisfying every deep desire.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2011



Ranging

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What starts as early morning bliss
may bolt—grow gangly in the climbing sun
and come to feel like hunger
and pace, in search of consummation—
Some outlet, some release
some clasp of hands
to close the circuit
and bring peace.

What soothes the ranging heart?
Is there a circle big enough
and close enough
to draw it in?
A quest for it to take
A stepping forward?
—An act of prayer
that settles it in channels
where it can deepen
as it flows down
to its sea.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2011



Surfing

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Spirit is the wave on which I ride
from which I carve the cleft
of liquid light
that arcs across my sight and dazzles me
makes me feel
the dew beside my eyes
and in my lashes
taste the spray
on lips and tongue
and breathe a shuddered breath
of piercing joy
Each arc returns
in rippled splash
to the commanding wave
Each moment carves new definition
So the arc continues
the infinite responding to my presence
overwhelming liquid power
showers me
A blessing that I can’t
hold in my hands.


©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2011

Approaching the infinite

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Approaching the infinite
Some will chant, some will sing
Some will pray
Some will cry
Some will dance, naked
Some will robe themselves
in flowers and angel’s wings
Some will study, some will read books
Some will build structures
Some will tend crops
Some will climb, some will run
Some will champion others
All will give everything
For only everything is enough.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 19, 2011



River

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The ancient river hummed within
arousing every chakra
making me one with all rivers
The rivers of the earth
The rivers inside trees
The rivers of the air
The rivers of the heart
One compelling flow
One aligning force
One quickening in the core
One, as all water is one
I looked up
Everything my eyes could see
was charged with rush of river
Silent coursing
Exaltation of life.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2011



the end of time

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as days spiral down
faster and faster
each week coming around
sooner than the last one
as years slip
and days blip
my focus shifts
towards the end of time
as one round of fireworks
becomes so like others
I cease to need to see them
parades can go without me
and new thrills
I’d rather will
to my children
than seek out for myself
my goals drift 
towards eternity
where things unfold kalaidescopic
not in time—in endless pattern
not in chains of cause/effect, of linked events
but life connecting all its web in present tense
I yearn towards when the frenzied march is done
the end of time in which we all are one.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 30, 2011



This Is For You

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Quick as color
spreads across the surface
of a water drop
instant infusion
strongest at the edges
May this touch spread across you
excite all your surfaces
so you know
as you ring like a temple gong
This pure sound sings you
Nothing stops this wave
spreading into the landscape
ringing floral bells
spilling out fragrance
calling up celebration
This is you
as everything recognizes
tunes in accord
and rejoices.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2011



Power Lines

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It isn’t that I take them in my hands as threads
— the spinning lines of power —
Not that I grab and tweak and wield them
sending things where never sent before
Instead, the rushing law of harmony
owns me, as it owns everything alive
and every distant echo, every wave —
It tunes them, as to ancient memory
And so you see, the power that spins through us
and wraps us in our synchronistic movement,
coordinates the blessing, so it flows
all through us and beyond, in raptured union
is not defined by me, nor can I use it
but cleaving to its presence, I may prove it.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2011



The Shine of Every Day

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Consider this: the shine of every day
whether a glimmer, thin and filtered ray
or the mute glow of pearl grey under clouds
or bold eye-squinting light that visually shouts
Whether a slender reed that barely bears you up
or bubbles deep within that rocket skyward
decorous pleasure or a vaulting joy
where you’re not sure how you keep going higher
It all expresses something you must know
though in the rush of duties you may well forget
A presence in your life that always shows
you’re not alone, your need is always met
Does God exist? – It doesn’t matter what you say
Just that you see the shine of every day.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2011