Tucked between the spans of rain
and the subtle give of spring,
where morning’s chill yields sooner
and evening’s chill comes later,
I find I can imagine ease,
where needed tasks make room for each other,
and we can grow abundance,
and manage it,
and bring the blessings in
and share them fully –
seeds can bring forth a hundredfold,
and as we learn their rhythms,
maybe we can, too.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2023
Every day has its moment of gold,
perhaps in the sky,
perhaps in the land,
perhaps in a true smile reflected back
or in the core warmth
of knowing who I am
This gold is not traded
but it is multiplied,
every time it is fully felt,
every time it is shared.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2023
The rain comes through
chased by sun,
again and again
like children at play
These trees stand glowing,
reddened from awakened sap,
starting to bud,
ready to leaf out,
their time not yet at hand,
but close. I feel the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2023
I took a moment to receive
the companionship of softly dripping skies,
and clouds illumined by some moon through them –
the quietness of being outside
as night rolls through the land
Inside, we have the light, the fire, the music,
and the same equilibrium smoothing everything,
filling the crags with smiles.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2023
And for this gift of all inclusive calm,
I thank You.
I do not thank the hurricane,
the hailstorm, the tornado,
though You have shown
that they can do no harm
It hasn’t been their storming
that has brought me here,
but rather how Your presence
puts them to silence,
in this and every instance
My sense of calm grows stronger,
not because of them, but clearly
because of You. You whose calm rules,
in whose most focused love
I dwell.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2023
I suddenly saw
the events in our lives
like the curve of the smoke of a candle –
no need to remember exactly,
no need to pin down its shape
For we have been here forever –
before the mountains, before the earth,
and if we’ve ever known each other,
it follows that we always have,
and always will,
in the timeless mindfulness of being
This is the only field vast enough
to hold my love for you who I called daughter,
and you who I’ve called Mom –
think of us all together in boundlessness –
what laughter! and what power!
©Wendy Mulhern
March 29, 2023
We walk the fields together,
and many tasks could dog us –
dropped projects, ones we haven’t even started,
things that once were done
but now must be maintained
We see the green
that sprang up after snow,
we see the slope of ground,
the rise of trees
There is a way to look at all of this,
that we may master
as we practice with ourselves and with each other,
there may be
a way to harmonize all this
and see the springing grace inherent here.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 28, 2023
Take me, take me along
this singing rumbling tumbling flow,
and though we speak of gravity,
and though I feel it,
throughout this run
there is no foreign force exerted
All is mindful here,
from molecule to glint of light,
to leaves submerged and floating,
to swirling and cavorting waves
and branches leaning, catching
All is mindful here
and each contributes
what defines itself
and how it fills the whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2023
As my tone of thought grows firmer,
the dispiriting voices
with their barbed and stinging filaments
are exposed –
there is less space for them to hide in semi-consciousness –
they can no longer pose as part of me
No strings that could be pulled by foreign agents,
no voices that result in giving up,
no inclination to conceal a faulty motivation
will get to be presented as my thought
They are squeezed out
and I become more vigilant,
learning myself in the new strength that stays.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 26, 2023
Even when things aren’t passed down directly,
father to son, mother to daughter,
even when things that happen
tear great holes
in community, in continuity,
these threads still have a way of catching,
clasp on some level
that was never severed,
and the elixir of life
refreshes itself,
giving rise to what feels like
brand new light,
though it’s been here, latent, all along.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2023