Anniversary

Today we celebrated twenty-nine years
(One day shy, to beat predicted rain)
Together in the easy way we share
Our days – the comfort we maintain
Through our routines, our challenges, and here
This day we set aside to mark another year.

What holds us close? More than familiarity
inertia, or the fear of something new
A confluence more than a similarity
Of life perspectives, faith, and point of view
As hands may clasp while thoughts are worlds away
Some elemental gravitation
Makes us stay.

We’ve built a store of comfort through our sharing
Of hopes and fantasies, and wild imagination
We each have crossed, with trepidatious daring
A chasm of our fear and separation
So though we move on different planes, we each
Can move into each other’s inner space.

Most of all, I celebrate today
The deepening within us that has risen
From saying yes, no matter what, I’ll stay
I’ll hold with you, I’ll keep your perfect vision
That keeping makes us shine like pearls
That form to soothe abrasion, like lights
That hold up worlds.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2011

Half empty nest

Heatherlessness still takes me by surprise.

Less so the dried up stalks of summer flowers
And lovely ones remaining once I’ve pruned
And blusterings of wind that brings the leaves down
Iconic for September afternoons.

It’s in the moments in between my conscious thought
As when I may reach out to flip a light switch
Forgetting once again the power’s out
I notice I expect to feel her light touch.

It’s sweet to know that far away she blossoms
To hear, in frequent news of what she’s doing,
The edges of a tale of flight so awesome
We’ll need to read between the lines to fathom.

Or so, at least, is my parental hope
As she transitions to a grander scope
I hold her image clear before my eyes
But Heatherlessness still takes me by surprise.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 19, 2011



Gifts of Presence

After we talked
I sat in the dark
feeling the gift that she gave
like stars after a storm
like swans that suddenly appear
swimming under the dock
a whole family
youngsters almost grown
still gray, unflying
Such a trust they gave me then to swim so close
Such a trust she gave me now to sit so near
to let my words enfold her in my love
and let us both be lifted by our truth
Of all the things today I might remember
the stormy wind, our daring swims
togetherness and cookies
the strongest ones of all
will be the gifts
of presence.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2011



Phases of the Heart

Perhaps the heart
has phases like the moon
that rolls on many orbits
the changing time of rise and set
a north, then southward track across the sky
it opens forth, revealing all its light
then closes slowly, gradually concealing
turning itself inward
for a quiet time of coming new

Perhaps the heart
moves on a track of years
years of staying open for its loved ones’ early steps
for hopes, for fears
for storms that thrash within
and drag it
through memory’s detritus, stinging new
open to the blooming and the triumphs, too
growing with each love, pushing out its edge.

Perhaps one day the heart decides
their arcs are safe, its work complete
and so relaxes back into itself
no longer surged by every storm

And still the heart moves on a track of days
you may not see its wax and wane
its change of time of rise and set
but when you look
you find it in its place
full, crescent, new
forever learning grace.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2011



After the fireworks

after the fireworks
the stars
deeply dimensioned, nearer and farther
great swath of milky way
singing like crickets.

mirroring stars:
phosphorescence
erupting like fireworks
rippling and glowing
defining our fingers and arms.

after the yes
its rewards:
a treasure to witness this
sparkling and splashing bliss
making us wish
our beloveds were there with us
wanting to share how we lit up the water
and how this bright night 
lit us up.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2011



True Summer

These are the sounds of summer night
Served up in velvet warmth:
The braided rise and fall of cricket song, cicadas
The murmur of the wind, and water rolling
A clink of masts, a roar of distant traffic
The chatter of an isolated bird.

This is the feel of summer night
So full – 
My heart as sensitized as surface skin
A welling up of some sweet inner yearning
Awakened pull of tides within.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2011


To Edward

Across a course of chaos
where I strayed
by stepping forward
anchorless and unafraid
and eager to take in the possibility
of soaring in the updraft of infinity
You reached me
with a zinging call to honesty
that loosened all the curling twines
that tangled me
You brought me home
to calm and settled clarity
reminding me how you, unfailingly
have been my mirror and my clear pool
I drink from you again and rise, whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2011



Buoyancy

How light it is for us to share
the grace of kindness and acceptance
Such a lacy thing
like sun patterns on ferns
like wings and arms of summer sylphs
like laughter of a child
and awed intake of breath
before a mountain vista
It fills us with
the bubbles that make us
lighter than sorrow
bear us up where we can breathe
the sweet and giddy air.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2011





Another Bicycle Song

Sharing a bicycle song yesterday made me think of an old one.  The first verse of it I composed on my bicycle over twenty years ago.  It seemed to me then to express an important feeling – about yearning toward Spirit and trying to figure out how to move with that yearning in the day to day world.  I felt the second verse should offer some kind of insight into the question the first verse stated.  I tried for years to find it, but couldn’t.  Then in December 2004, I found the words to complete it.  I wrote it for and to my sister, since we were gaining great spiritual insight on our bicycle rides together.
I felt, at that time, that my growth in understanding had given me the insight I needed to finish the song.  I remember thinking, I didn’t know this then, but I know now.  Funny, I still find myself saying that.  I guess it’s a function of infinite Spirit that it unfolds ever fresh, so that I’m always thinking that I have finally found the secret, and there’s always more.
Paradigm Shift
A bicycle song for Jennifer
I don’t want to just preach to the choir
There’s got to be something here sweeter and higher
Something’s got to ignite with this new fire
Before the sparks expire
It’s a long way down
And it’s easy, though unbroken
To fade to ineffectual
Before the truth is spoken
And the thing I need to give
And the thing I must receive
Will hold what it means to live
And to believe
Well life tumbles its lessons but the words are terse
And those bursts of insight somehow seem to disperse
And here I am waiting for the second verse
To go deeper than the first
If it’s heaven now
Then your life can be my mirror
The crystal singing sound of it
Will ring me ever clearer
For the light I see in you
Will show forth what is my own
So while whole, unique and sovereign
We will not be alone . . . 
I don’t need to just preach to the choir
For the yearning is of universal desire
Like sparks we go flying up higher and higher
And our fireworks inspire.
©Wendy Mulhern
     December 2004



Heather’s Birthday

Heather’s birthday today
What to say about her –
my girl of sevens?
How deep her love,
how unfailing her well of compassion?
How strong her loyalty
how enduring the gift of her friendship?
How wordless her passionate place of perception
What care she takes, in twining words from there
like Inca grasses, wound and wound together
to make a bridge
a fragile-seeming, swinging rope contraption
to speak across the chasm of that space?
Or this: the simple touch
that brings her brother into contact
with his own potential, and a person
who can help him bring it out?
A song in a restaurant, a cuddle at end of day
Laughter, and hugs, and swift glances
of recognition
Family affection unfurled
Priceless delight of my world.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2011