Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

It’s my discipline to write a poem a day, and I post a poem here almost every day. To find a given poem or poems on a given topic, use the search bar at the right. To receive my poems by email, please subscribe, at right.

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Lens

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The focus of my former life
is now a broken lens –
I can’t make sense of
what I used to strive for

I can’t make sense
of being right, of a life
comprised of choices  –
best things, best ways, best buys,
best explanations

Now, what makes more sense to me
is simple noticing  –
where I am, what is unfolding,
what signs of omnipresent Love
are here for me to see,
what is the step I’m called to take right now,
how can I give, right now,
what’s being asked of me.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2021

Songs in the night

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In the early morning, still cold,
as dew set down pre-dawn  begins to sparkle,
as daylight starts to lift my dark vigil
and there is so much more to see

Let me remember  –
even in the night I had songs –
they were given to sustain my hopes,
they stayed with me, although their words
spoke of something I had not yet seen

There’s always some sustenance.
Maybe there’s always as much
as I’m willing to receive  –
songs in the night, or bright daylight,
according as I’m ready to believe.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2021

No shadow of turning

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The eternal dawn
doesn’t wait on time,
doesn’t need the earth’s rolling
or the stars aligning
or the tumblirs of human machinations
to click into place

The eternal dawn first gleams,
then floods, its color
lighting up your hopes, its warmth
dispersing all your huddled fears

It doesn’t wait on time,
it waits for you – patiently,
timelessly, here at this moment
when you feel its tender rays.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2021

The Sunshine Option

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I notice that we each have power
to be like sunshine,
to backlight spring leaves so they glow,
to sparkle and dance in treetops

We each have power
to light each other up,
and in so doing, to partake
of wondrous, radiant warmth

We’ll see it on the outside,
we’ll feel it all within,
we’ll generate enough illumination
to power up the world  –
let us begin!

©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2021

Poem Home

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In threads of the prosaic,
when I’m feeling far from poem,
here are things to bring me back
to my words-bejewelled home:

You, cheerful, through the speckled paint
that makes you look like Father Time,
me, tickled, through sporadic rain,
that I can wash my hair just fine,

The breakfast that you finally
had time to eat at two,
the fire to make things cozy
that I tended just for you,
the progress on our project,
moving through its awkward phases,
and still affording grace
as I am honest with my praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2021

In the evening

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We talk of fruit trees,
we let the fire go out
(we only needed a small fire anyway)
light rain patters on the roof

We have so many plans,
more things we want to do right now
than we could do in three seasons
(a habit we might want to leave behind)

A friend told me today,
“Love’s ideas don’t need to struggle to unfold “
You climb up the ladder to bed,
I think on these things.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2021

In Essence

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We are thoughts of the infinite Mind,
we are loves of the infinite Love,
we are. verbs in the motion of Spirit,
we are joys in the shining of Soul

There is no way to fall from approval –
we can’t be forgotten or dropped,
since our being is integral
to that which holds us,
the Life that can never be stopped.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2021

Color

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A slight shift in perspective
and suddenly, the interplay of things
is overtaken
by the interplay of color  –
layers of light across the ground
picked up again in the layered colors
of last year’s blackberry vines,
the mauve and maroon
peaking through each other

Everywhere I look, echoes of the palette  –
the gold sliding into the green and red,
the blue skimming across the gray –
I marvel at how deeply I am fed
by how colors
move through the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2021