There is no place for fear
here where we have embraced everything,
where we have acknowledged
that no one lives outside
the great benevolence,
No one gets stranded
in pain and grief
Every tear-attended passage
is lit by the soft reflection
of the ever-tended love
that marks us holy,
the Love that is the author
of us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 20, 2015
We do the little things,
clean sheets on beds,
lunch and dinner,
smiles like small fires
providing warmth
We wait on grace,
we keep the faith
and days yield their gifts —
shifts of light and color,
settling of thought,
and the sweet flow of everything
along the quiet lines
to their source.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2015
Though it seems amazing,
even to me,
I am not afraid.
Though you face this void
and I can’t be there,
though I can’t take your steps for you,
I am not afraid.
I know the riches you’ll reap
from this passage
are without compare,
and are for you alone —
You will attain them,
you’ll bring them home
Then we will celebrate,
for you will share this with us all —
We’ll be elated,
and you’ll be free and whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2015
No one else does it for you.
That’s OK —
This holy work
is what you’re made to do.
The you essence,
so pure in your mustard-seed core,
must draw in the life water
that makes it swell,
must split, and multiply
and open out
so bringing forth
everything you are
There is no turning back,
there is no giving up —
once started, your unfoldment
must continue
till you, too, bring forth precious seed,
spreading your blessing
wide across the land.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2015
A bird in a picture
can no more fall
out of the painted sky
than you can fall
from the grace that attends your being
No matter how high that bird might be
and how young — a fledgling, really —
no matter how hard the painted trees
may show the wind to blow,
that bird will stay aloft,
so have no fear,
for so shall you
I try to explain these things —
I know my own fear
in former times
was hard to overcome —
It was hard for me, as well,
not to think of these words
as some incantation
to keep the bird from falling
Believe me — I know
that words aren’t enough,
that you, too, need to feel
the upward-bearing lift
that holds you, blanket-sure,
on your true course.
And so you can —
you, too, can feel that Love
that is the only law.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2015
You scoff at the stories
of how people found God —
I love you and the aliveness
behind your stance, the unwillingness
to be sold salvation by anyone,
to swallow stories
that set things neatly up —
castles made of blocks —
and plant the faithful conveniently
at the top
Some people may be called to faith
as if it were a club, and some, as if it were
network marketing.
You will never believe
what someone else tells you —
The voice inside,
deeper in than where suggestions can be planted,
whispers what you are:
You’ll follow that.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2015