Another rain serenade,
collected chorus from roof and gutters,
background patter modulated
by the breath of wind
We’ll sleep well again tonight,
tucked in with gratitude,
secure in our house haven.
We’ll grow like spring shoots
in the moist air, stretch into
whatever morning is spread before us.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2022
After dark the summer rain
starts up again, its breath blown softly
through the open windows,
its quiet rustle
accompanied by one frog
It seems to plan
to grow back all the grass
we mowed today,
whose scent it sends to us
sweet and for free.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2022
May you wake up expansive,
touched to generosity
by luminous joy,
having found the place in you
too close for doubt to come between,
where you know that you are welcome,
child of light.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 8, 2022
I’m not responsible for showing up
for the bad dream. I’m not responsible
for fixing it. I don’t owe it
attention or due diligence –
I can let it go.
I am responsible
for my allegiance to the light of day,
I am required to let it guide
all of my perceptions, all my decisions,
feel its illumination from inside.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2022
We find you innocent,
and the prognostication
of a long horrid journey
falls away
And the notion of yourself
just discovered to be
a fearsome monster
with many a rage
for which to pay
turns out to be a dream
We shake ourselves free
from troubling illusions –
we seek refuge
in what guarantees your being,
we get used to the prospect
of not being afraid,
not now,
and not ever again.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2022
What I say with bravado
falls hollow. And takes up space
like dust and clutter, till I clean it up,
till I abandon it for silent waiting
to hear what’s really true fill up the space
It fills with words that sing like sweet rain
(scent of cilantro on my fingertips)
and bring no sentencing, no consequence
for anything we did or did not do
They bring assurance
that we were always more than what we thought,
large as our comprehension
of our God.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 3, 2022
It’s a year of long grass –
seed heads at face height sometimes,
clover our feet disappear in,
visually soft, full of many colors
within the green
It’s a year of eager growth
encouraged by forgiveness –
something within rising continually up,
touching the softness,
reaching into it
Everything has been washed clean.
We, too, can feel it,
we, too, discover flowers
that may not have bloomed
(at least not like this)
for many years.
We offer our fields as gift,
as mystery, as thanks.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2022
In quiet gratitude
like evening sun after a weekend’s rain,
I see the vista of our life
rolling out in possibility
Maybe we really can have
fruitful trees and grains,
maybe we can realize our vision,
maybe light can pour as grandly
across our inner landscapes,
and we can walk together there
husbanding peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 30, 2022
So far I am from understanding
the algorithm that comprises
who we think we are
or how we think we heal,
and what I could possibly do
to reach into those complicated nodes
and set a thing to right
But this I know:
We’re powered by the same desire,
and there are words
each of us needs to hear
coming from deep within,
ensuring us that all is well,
including us, including us.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2022
After the weather,
between whatever storms
may seem to take up all your thought,
after fear’s spiral has driven you down,
there’s still a place in you
that finds a way to float up,
and the small good points
which you have counted on
to save your sense of worth
assert their buoyancy.
They are bigger than you thought,
able to deliver you,
able, finally, to shake themselves
from any other story
and fill up all the spaces in your being.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2022