Author Archives: Wendy

Net

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She closed her eyes
and felt the reassuring hands
hold her in the certainty
of everlasting love

She understood, then,
that she had found the net
held up by noone,
but shared in willingness,
so those who leaned in to it
would be caught up, would feel
the blessing waiting for them there

And when I heard that,
I felt my great desire
to touch in to the network
and to hold it ready,
so anyone who closed their eyes in willingness
to likewise be transported into bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2023

Baskets full

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I love the rolling of the seasons  –
the more I am connected to their rhythms,
the more moments transport me –
lift of cool air across the sun warmth
as I walk back to the house,
both my baskets full,
and more to go back for

And the overlay, across my thought,
of spring – how once again,
I’ll tend and transplant seedlings

Before that, certainly,
the cold short days,
the tending fire,
and projects that go splendidly with hearth time

These images flash through me
and they leave joy –
joy for the fresh change,
and the constancy of rhythm,
joy for sun and rain
and for belonging .

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2023

Thunder shower

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We’re still delighted with the rain,
summer thunder heralding its coming,
gutters singing with the water’s running,
sun’s warmth still hovering
between the drifts of slightly cooling breezes

Five minutes and it’s gone –
subtle rumbles still retreating,
the highway sounding louder from its wetting,
and the end-of-summer smells –
dried grass, and mammal,
mix with the newer scent of dampened soil,
unpredictability now predictable
here at the cusp of autumn.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2023

Yellowjackets

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These days, officious yellowjackets
throng to our every task –
hanging laundry, chopping wood,
installing siding

And they seem to want to know  –
Where’s the cutlet that I ordered?
Who’s in charge here? And why
was I not told about these plans before?

Could be the season,
or my own myopia,
not speaking yellowjacket, not hearing
the urgent message they would relay

Or maybe, like New Yorkers,
and other eager noisy social beings,
they have a rhythm
that works just fine for them,
and who am I to question what they do?

©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2023

Individuality

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We wake up
to find we are born with
a love for everything
that can say “I am” –
with its sensing, with its moving,
with the patterns it reprises
in its living, in its growth

It’s the individuality
of all these things,
and all these people,
that points to the infinity of Love,
big enough to intimately know
each one of us,
warm and bright enough
to fully care.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2023

Behind these things

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And if, in a step, in a sync,
in a settling, things come together
where once they were distant

And with an easy tuning,
a chord suddenly rings sweet,
and with an easy leaning in,
we regain balance

Then we may know
that behind all these things,
the steady law of Life, of Love,
pulses constant  – its rhythm
sings us ever home
in harmony and peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2023

Crash

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Waiting as the cymbal’s tremble
moves from crash to dissipation,
waiting in the space defined
by its detonation,
waiting to see where I’ll find myself
once the sound has settled

I could go on, then, as if
my inner membranes had not arrested their normal breathing
as they reverberated.
I could make a big story about it,
a problem,  a set of things
that need redress

Or I could let the silence become attuned,
let it deepen,
go with it to the primal order,
align with trees, and night, and stone,
and seek the sight of stars.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2023

Lift

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We each took hold of a small piece,
and we began to rise, together –
no one of us could bear the weight,
but all of us, it seems, could manage

Then suddenly, we are propelled –
a lift we didn’t generate
has taken hold.
What seemed so hard for us to bear
is bearing us, and we are flying 

This is an ancient truth
that always has been here,
this is the lift that we have learned
by doing.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2023

Hold

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Once again,  it’s obvious
I can’t hold this up on my own,
can’t hold the line against
the booming voice of doom

But that’s alright,
for I don’t have to.
You hold me up,
and everything pertaining to me.
I can wake to see
what you have prepared,
how you so comprehensively
hold us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2023