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Tree being

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Little tree,
I thought I came to see you better
when I glimpsed the sprite within,
bright energy that spreads out
in your growing roots and limbs,
which then contracts in winter –
sentient strategist,
choosing your way to grow

But then I got an even clearer view –
how you are emanation
of the one intelligence that thinks us all.
Your sentience
is no more separate than mine,
your joy as much the thrill of life’s ride
as mine is.
The rush of being so precisely what you are,
as much a gift as mine  –
proof of our common Principle,
our parentage the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2023

Silence

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I come around again to silence,
not knowing  –
is it too soon to speak
or are my words already spoken,
is there hope behind the smoke
when so much is broken?

Let my silence not come from my fear
but from my listening,
let my lack of words make space
for something larger  –
what fills all space can’t be corralled with words –
return me to beginning with the Word.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28,  2021

Crafted

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“Shall the clay say to the potter, you have no skill?”

Let me be alive
to the touch which forms me,
the firm impress of understanding,
the subtle nuance of guidance

Let me thrill to the imparting
of my sense of who I am –
where I mesh, what I am called to,
what I can do

There is glory
in the constant contact –
smooth rippling, light catching, life sparking,
there is peace in knowing
I’m in my creator’s hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2020

Let Go

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Let go, let go
of all that you’ve been trying to become –
the burden is too great for you,
the rules, the judgments,
the constant times of feeling tested
and, as it seems to you, coming up wanting

You can let it go –
you don’t need to become anything.
Any shortcomings you have tallied
have been forgiven
in the light of the grand truth
of what you have always been –
whole and pure, shining
in the eyes of your creator.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2020

Workmanship

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I am the workmanship
of what I love.
So I discover my Maker.

What I thought it was my duty to uphold
is what is holding me,
what I believed was my creation
was my perception, blurred though it was,
of my Creator

This is cause for laughter
and deep sighs of relief —
I thought that I must fail
to bring the vision forth,
but it is brought —
brought to me by the only eyes
I’ll ever know, the only Mind
in which my love can dwell.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2018

What I Want to Say

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What I want to tell you
is how it felt to notice
in the space between the objects,
in the places of my thought,
the wide open lightness
of feeling no fear at all,
of knowing surely
I never was rejected,
I never was forgotten,
I never was alone

What I want to hold to
is the way I understood:
the stuff that seems so serious —
life and death, shame or acceptance —
has never been a thing
because there never was a contest.
Our belovedness
was established before time
in the place that never changes,
in the place that is assured

Our creator
was never impressed
by the threats of death or hell,
knowing that she wouldn’t choose them
and that she’s in charge
of us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2017