Gentle

It takes a gentle hand
to tease out the tangled strands
of how we think about each other,
which of each other’s words we’ve heard,
which we’ve discounted,
what we would see each other meant,
if we would listen

It takes a gentle heart
to smooth the ruffled sentiments,
to ascertain we’re smoothing
in the right direction,
to hear from way down deep
and to respond
in ways that put each other’s hearts at ease

For we are tender,
and we are intricate,
and can’t be superficially assessed,
yet we are strong of fiber
and can take some rearranging
when it’s done with gentle hearts and hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2023

Settled

Fog from the river rises up
to settle down in blessed rest
between the trees

In between the posturing of progress,
enduring facts of being rest, just like that,
along the landscape

And in the centered knowing
of every heart
rests the latent power
to shine its essence timelessly,
past redeemed, future safe,
life embraced,
umbrellaed in the substance
of the present hour.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2022

Secret

We forge this knowing
in the texture of a moment,
as winds and rains blow through
and pause

Everything we see contains the secret,
shouts it, really,
in its unspoken way

And we may ask and ask and ask,
and that is good,
for in the waiting
we find the silence,
and in the silence,
we hear the truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2022

River

Words may slow down
but the flow of meaning
glides on immensely,
sparkles appearing like bright insights,
its volume, its movement, entrancing,
and challenging to comprehend

Where it all comes from
and where it goes
may require a rethink
of what things are made of,
may introduce a deepening
from mystery to wonder.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 28, 2022

Knowing Stuff

Sometimes an image comes
in the colors you see
when your eyes close  –
the purples where the lights were,
the glinting nets of dark green

Sometimes an image comes
while you’re looking at something
like rain from the roof edge
dripping, bouncing its drops
into a hole it has made in the earth

And you’re looking at that
and thinking of depth,
and the infinite care
of the Life that will stay with you
throughout the gravest of stages –
whatever can show you – and you alone –
so you will see it, how it is still there

And will make sure
you come to know it
in the fully satisfying way
that it knows you.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 202
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A place of angels

Let us meet each other
in a place of angels,
where there is no baggage
of what we said yesterday,
or what we have said and done
these past thirty-nine years

Let us be caught up in the light
of present splendor,
of coming into
all we are meant to be

Let us blend lights
with all the angels here,
especially the one
we learned so much love from

Let’s apply that learning
to each other and to everyone
who intersects our vision,
who brings their quintessential radiance
into the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2021

Mind Fire

Thoughts lick like flames
around new concepts in my mind,
trying to make sense,
looking for ways to get inside
and comprehend the matter
through and through

I find it warming
and a little bit exciting  –
maybe when this is all clear,
so much more understanding
will be in reach,
maybe I’ll soar in ways
I’ve only dreamed of till now.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2021

Speaking in Tongues

There is a language that we all speak –
it glows between whatever words we use,
it finds a way to dart out
like a child’s skip,
like a smile that sparks between two beings,
a shaft of trust that plumbs the deepest histories

When we listen in that language,
any words will work
and few of them are needed –
life blooms up from stone,
things that were lost
become the trail that leads us home.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2021

A clean start

Sit down here beside me  –
we have no time
to use the tools of the enemy –
the ruse of blame has played out
so many times, and each time,
we have found ourselves
back in its lap, sucking
its noxious fumes

Sit down with me, and we will talk
of gentle things, we’ll leave
ample spaces,
enough to listen,
enough to really hear,
enough to go down deeper
than the former narrative
would ever let us go

We won’t even think about
the enemy. Won’t give it even
a breath. That way we’ll make of it
an utter end, and have some ground
on which to start again.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24,  2021

The essence of you

I know the essence of you
by what shines,
like moonlight in a well –
it doesn’t matter how deep –
the response is still the same

I know the essence of you
even by the shadows,
for to have shadows
there must be light projecting out

If I bring my truest sense
of who I am,
if I am honest,
if I will take the time,
if I am still enough,
I may gain this reward  –
the deep honor of getting to know
the essence of you.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2021