Gifts overflowing,
more than transactional,
summoning substance,
your source without end
Open receiving,
more than perfunctory,
gratitude bounding
as light multiplies
This is the wisdom
teaching us how to be –
life demonstrating
the word of the house.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2022
No aspect of your life
can be left out
when grace touches down,
as it does without fail –
as it answers the cry
of every part of you
to be seen and tended
You’ll feel the seeds of hope
lifting their heads, you’ll feel them reaching
for something you may not see,
and so they show you
the nature of the love
in which they open,
strong, resplendent, free.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2022
Still walking through the wilderness
exclaiming over still another tree,
marveling at still another vista,
sizing up another rugged climb
Thinking once again
of what there is to tell you,
noticing how nothing
and everything
is new –
could be the same report
I give you every time,
my open eyed surprise at what is true
But I can tell you this –
today, I felt a great calm,
like a still lake,
like deep reflection,
today I felt that everything
is in its perfect place,
and that this truth must surface
in our time.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2022
What I insist on seeing
is the way you are embraced,
the comfort, deeper than the earth,
in which you rest
I let the fire go out,
but I don’t care.
The sun has been waking things up
and showing them why. In the way
I can’t show you
but something can.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 5, 2022
Come into the wide open space,
let it begin to show you
how you may be defined
Light touches grass with wonder –
grass, illumined, exults to bask
in its own essence
At our best while blessing,
made most ourselves
in how we light up someone else,
or let their light be our grace,
brightening us, and giving them
a place to rest.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2022
The rain rolls its music
down the gutters, into the tank
where round echoes replay
the rhythms of trickling,
the pause and rush
that give a cadence like words –
you could easily think
someone was speaking
just beyond the range of intelligible.
Frogs add counterpoint.
For all this,
I am glad.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2022
I am not confused
although the tangled weavings
of dark money
have been cast,
intending to obscure the truth
I am not confused
because the slick conceit of evil
has always been the same,
self-absolving misdirection,
naming scapegoats, casting blame
This isn’t what it looks like,
and while we could, perhaps,
go on for another fifty years
or generations, suspended
in the same lies, we also
can always know within
what truth sounds like,
what stands it calls us to,
and how it will support us
as we support it,
and how it moves mountains
and will not be moved.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2022
I venture once again
into the place of silence
where the quest is mine alone,
and much as I might want
to talk about it, it really
has nothing to do with what I think
or what another may advise
It really has nothing to do
with making sense of things,
for I am called to go beyond sense
to where the indelible touch
has left an opening
Having felt it once
I am equipped to notice
every breath of wind across its surface,
I am impelled to meet it
and find the way in.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 27, 2022
I will not settle
for the usual excuses,
I will not retreat
to helplessness
This is not my battle
so I don’t need to win it,
but neither will I stand by
to see it lost
The Mind we dwell in
is sovereign –
it owns our being, it owns our thought,
and it will bear us
on comprehensive currents
so we let go our obtuseness
and are taught.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2022
The usual calculations
have been made, chess pieces
trotted out, arrayed,
leaders on at least one front
secretly dismayed –
here we go again
But it could be that many hearts
are ready to see an new thing,
it could be that they’re able
to cease to be the pawns.
It could be there’s a way
for everyone to be surprised
to see a different, peaceful, way unfold.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2022