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Trust

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Walking down the slope today
I was remembering times of trusting  –
sweet connection, like being borne aloft
on a great swing, feeling the lift

Wondering where I left that behind,
how I came to feel
I was on my own,
earning my trustworthiness
with every step

It has been a worthy journey,
and if not earning, certainly learning
what is required of me,
what is my move to own my desire,
how I can follow it back to my core

But somewhere maybe also,
there’s a place for a child’s trust –
the willing reaching of my hand,
the eager leap,
to be caught, and held aloft,
to be caught up and embraced,
to feel the lift,
the certain joy, the easy grace
of seeing love so constant
in my Father’s face.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 19,  2021

Rock and Stone

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The father doesn’t give the son
a stone for bread, so why
all these stones, these chipped teeth?
Why this gnawing hunger?

The father doesn’t give the son a stone,
so why, father to son,
down all these generations  –
all these walls, all this rubble?

Picking up the pieces, looking,
distractedly, for something
that would lock this life together,
a lodestone, a keystone,
an ancient way

The father loves the son,
but how is this made known?
How do the living rays of Truth
that shine through consciousness
reveal this longed-for bond?

They are the knowing.
Sit in the shade of this great Rock
and share the feast.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6,  2021

Falling

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“Not one sparrow shall fall to the ground without your Father “

And so it is with falling,
with weather and with cadence
with things we see and cease to see,
windfall, rainfall, nightfall,
and things we hear – the sound of words,
rhythm of talk, of footfall

Nothing falls alone,
and everything is met
in the unknown place of falling
where no one can see it –
the story drops from view
but hasn’t ended,
the needs of each one there
tenderly tended.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2020

Fathered

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We had felt ourselves fatherless
for so long. Bereft of the security
of a wise hand, a holder of place
for us, a steady arm
guiding our wobbly efforts

We had been fatherless, and
so had our fathers, betrayed
when they reached out
for crucial aid

We carried ourselves thus,
tentative, cringing from expected blows,
trying to take up less space,
to go unnoticed
and so avoid expulsion

So astonishing to learn
Our Father has been with us all along
providing bright support around our heads,
plenty of ground to stand on,
plenty of headroom,
extending past to future
all along the presence of our days

As we walk, now royal,
in the exclamation
of our stature as beloved
sons and daughters of our Father,
welcomed home.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 29, 2016