We will not speak of sparks,
since wildfires are so fearsome,
yet we find connection spreading,
often along unexpected lines,
and one or another thing
can be what calls us all together
A small all, perhaps, at first,
but enough to make a we,
and we are powerful,
however few we seem to be –
the courage of the plural
overcoming isolation –
our first necessary taste
of being free.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2022
The maple burns clean.
We, too, can catch each other up
in fervency, can find the
eager smooth burn
that speaks of long lives
lived with whatever grace we can find
through the turns of time and season,
growing solid and weathered
under the sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 16, 2022
After a day of distracting myself,
it’s a delicate process
to get back to the truth points
now folded under what I pulled up
spending way too long
with my old journals,
and the wordless hum of daily tasks,
but I will find them
This morning I woke up
luxuriously relaxed
from dreams of flying
and filling with sound
And I see that I was still me
back in those old journaled days
just as I was me
in those free flights.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2022
Today I remembered cuddling you
inside my fleece pullover
to get you warm –
it took a long time,
and it was sweet
But now I wish I’d known a sweeter cuddle –
the one that has no armor
to shield you from the world outside,
because there is no outside
to the Love that heals you,
that stays within and all around you always,
that knows you through and through
and is delighted,
that knows this love is yours
and always able
to warm whoever comes within your sphere.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2022
With humble tenderness of mending nets,
to hold the whole to patiently assess
its base integrity,
and if there are some holes,
to ply the string and tie the knots
that will restore it –
Just so with all the patterns of my thought –
I seek to mend them, so that they can catch
shining perceptions,
bright glimpses of Soul,
in every life, in every sea we troll.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2022
It may seem hard to daily, hourly,
take a stand for truth,
but if I didn’t,
what would I be standing on?
What fluff of happenstance belief
would I expect to hold me up?
And it could be the hardest part
is shutting down the voice
that says it’s hard,
for joy, in fact, is easier than worry,
and being true will hold me up
where self deception fails.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2022
You’ll be happy to know
I’ve figured it out –
it’s not my job
to worry about you
As you often tried to tell me
but I was slow to hear,
worry about you
is none of my business
I’m sorry – it was insulting, now I see,
to worry about you, as if you didn’t have
your own way, your own wings,
your own destiny to wield
with your own hands.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2022
Look to your source –
it shouldn’t be that hard to remember:
What you are comes from there,
what you do comes from there
You are not made of what you’ve bounced off of,
what you collided with,
what you grew up under
Your thoughts and actions
aren’t reactions
to what you see and hear
or what is done to you
Your source determines
all your quality, all your direction,
and all your flow.
Your actions can be free and clear,
your heart unsullied
and your life aglow.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2022
Feeling sorry for myself
is not a good plan,
especially when the day has held
so much beauty, and some accomplishment, too
Little one, no one holds you back
from being what you are,
no one takes your avenues away,
and five a.m. may be as dark as two,
but light is coming, very soon.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2022
Foggy morning, cobwebs in my heart,
in day’s dim dawn, my world felt pulled apart,
the threads were broken, all my prospects frayed,
my hope was shrouded and my colors grayed
Then came the message,
clear across the night –
you were made to shine angelic light –
whatever entropy has stultified your dreams
can just be dust, can seep out at the seams
You never were that construct,
stitched of story, stuffed with fear,
all this time, you have been holy,
all this time, your purpose clear
This is your color
and it will shine on through –
angelic light, the quality of you.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2022