Tag Archives: friendship

After flying

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After flying, lungs long to fill again
with that heady inrush of sky
Arms log to carve again
those pillows of cushioning air
To guide the swoop down billows
their own curvature defines.
After humming, heart longs
to hum again
To be connected in the greater flow
To feed the larger pulse
and be fed by a beat beyond itself
Longs to nurture every hope
To say yes to every call for reassurance
Longs to orchestrate
a grand cradling
a deep release
a hallowed hush.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2011



Buoyancy

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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 one for you

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What’s needed here will not be said with words
though if I knew the magic words, I’d use them
And I don’t need to understand the whys
the rationale, the story – not that I’d refuse them
Just that somewhere deep beneath the story
a universal need peeks through, quite clear
To feel the arms that always reach out for you
the endless depth to which you are held dear
Though these are just my arms, I hope they show you
(as any person’s arms perhaps could do)
What joy it gives the Infinite to know you
How precious is your essence, and how true
No sentencing can stand, however tough
You walk in grace, and grace is good enough.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2011


Work in Progress

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Today the tasks 
were taupe and black
The day was gray and green
My hobbled thought kept limping back
to what it all must mean
Let go, let go
It isn’t here
The things that cease to matter
though mounded high
will disappear
in so much empty clatter
Last night my sleep was sweet and rich
My dreams were entertaining
though when I woke
they all dispersed
without a trace remaining
Today some friends were tired and sad
in pain or in despair
I reached to them across the space
and grasped at empty air
I yearn, I yearn
to offer peace
Some day I’ll learn to do it
To open up that hidden door
and walk on with them
through it.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2011



Summer Blooms

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I planted
by the light of low, puddly night clouds
reflecting back city lights in subtle pink
some little seedlings of connection
All night
while south wind blew the clouds
over the deep cuddle of my dreams
warmth grew, in orange and amber patches
buds of joy
So later in the day
after the morning’s tasks, the bright routines
the sturdy laughter with my lovely children
the solid circling of our family bond
the work, the play
Those seedlings I had planted caught my eye:
a patch of blooms thick as a pool
a fragrant summons — I could dive
into euphoria
any time I needed to.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 19, 2011



Takeoff

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At first our words were small
I wasn’t sure they had the room
to hold the meaning that began to rise
behind my mouth and eyes –
the warming impulse of a truth
that I might share
At first my words were closed
but then they opened out
The invitation of a question
led to my expression
and the light came flowing in
filling out the thoughts
Then she picked up an ember
spoke with growing warmth
her face lit up
her smile grew real, and soon
we both were smiling broadly
and someone else was drawn into the glow
And where before our nods and looks
had been polite but short
not clipped but still not free
we now took off – three of us – soaring
a rushing sense of substance
potential, infinity
rising under our wings
bearing us up.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2011



After the Dance

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I feel somewhat shy about sharing this poem.  Though I have tried to get as many people as possible to look at my blog – alerting them to poems I have written about them – this one I will be quiet about.  The feeling too strong, perhaps; the danger of being caught gushing.  But I think it actually captures my true experience.
After the dance
The lift of life along my finger’s edge
sends forth a joy that flows up through my arms
with every surface sensitized, each movement led
by something holy, every footstep charmed
I come away at night in rapt communion
still preciously suspended in a web of love
still ringing, still held quiet in the chord of union
but reaching, soft, for what I’m thinking of:
to seek these friends beyond the open door
of dance, the place where now I see them shine
To learn the syntax of each life, and find
particularities of grace unknown before.
And so I humbly send forth my intention
to take these friendships to a new dimension.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 30, 2011



Trust Fall

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Fall into the field, they said
and let its fundamental frequency
align your life in harmony
All you never knew to hope to be
is yours. Just take it – go ahead.
Fall into our arms, she said
It is a way for you to trust your friends
We’ll brace together and we’ll catch you safe
A hug you’ll feel beyond the moment’s end
It’s in your heart, and also in your head.
Fall in love, I say.  Why not?
for love will catch you, sure as any arms
and love’s the field, if there is any here
In love you float beyond all doubt, all fear
The gift that’s always free, but can’t be bought.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2011



Temple

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The temple of God is holy, which temple ye are. 
                                        I Corinthians 3:17

Come into my temple
Come into the body of my love
which is the tuning of a chord
that spreads its harmony
across the reach of space
and hums around you 
like a lullaby
and gathers you
(cry, or don’t cry)

Come into my temple
where you are hallowed
and your steps
call forth a rush of joy and wonder
at the gift you are
and what you bring
and let the oneness of our being
reverberate.



©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2011





Inner light

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It rains, it rains
The rivulets run down
irregular but constant
and the sound
is soporific and insistent.
That crow outside
is definitely wet
This afternoon will grant no respite
So I need to think
of inner light
and two delightful people
who were suns for me today
lighting up the rooms
and spreading warmth
The glow has stayed —
A lavished layer of brightness
in the lining of my being
Soft as fur 
Warm as tended fire.
May 11, 2011