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Yours

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Every beast of the forest is Yours,
which means,
there where they stand –
this one I’m imagining, for example,
a stag –

As Yours, he must possess
the radiant belonging, the sense of right,
the unassailable
delight of being.
He must know for certain
that what he is
is exactly perfect
for his place and time,
that his presence
is designed and desired
and celebrated. This must exult
throughout his form and breath,
must fill him with Your power,
must halo him in peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2022

Benediction

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I will not wait to receive
a benediction from my God

Instead I will be the face, the front,
of my God’s wind, I will go forward
in the might of my God’s breath

I will know Love by loving,
I will know Life
by feeling the aliveness
that empowers me within,
I will know Truth
by being true to the imperative
that names my hope and purpose,
that is my God, my grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11 2021

Variations on a Theme

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In the place where it was said,
you are not my people,
there you shall be called
children of the living God

In the place where it was said,
who do you think you are?
In the place of
you do not belong,
there shall you be called

Called up from what you were doing,
how you were holding to a set of actions
with their related words
that hid you safely (ish)
between the bars of the grates

Called up from what you were thinking  –
schemes – some of them,
justifications  – oh so many,
stories, however convoluted,
that carved a space for you,
however small

In the place where it was said
(not by anyone who knew,
not by anyone who said it for the first time)
there you shall be called children

Therefore expected to need care,
therefore droll and dearly loved,
you will be called children
of the living God

The living God,
the power of the essence
of all that is alive,
all that precisely gives what blesses
in this and every moment

You will be called to feast –
children, you will multiply
the ever growing light of life.
You will be called home –
in the source and cause of all life,
beloved living jewels.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2021

In Essence

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We are thoughts of the infinite Mind,
we are loves of the infinite Love,
we are. verbs in the motion of Spirit,
we are joys in the shining of Soul

There is no way to fall from approval –
we can’t be forgotten or dropped,
since our being is integral
to that which holds us,
the Life that can never be stopped.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2021

Reason

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“Come now, and let us reason together, says the Lord”

I’ll show you reason –
I’ll show you the wild flight of Mind,
in which you soar and dive like a kite,
in which you fly right at the edge of
all you’re discovering, right now,
that you can know, and do, and be

I’ll show you reason –
this is the reason you’re here,
this is the Allness eclipsing every
exception, every fear of not
being included, every niggling thought
of being unable or unworthy

This is the life –
the one you came here for.
I’ll show you reason –
There is none other
but the truth of what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2020

Spoken Word

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There is a voice that speaks
without needing words,
without needing sound,
but which you hear
earth-shifting deep
in the self you’ve only hoped
could somehow be you

You hear it like a crack in your core,
pouring out unimagined light,
expanding your perspective
to where every pre-established limit
is gone, and even the notion
that life could be organized
in shapes of struggle and lack
is fully silenced
in this new truth

There is no way
to shut out this voice,
because it’s already inside you
and it has already spoken.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2020

Same Way

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You can’t see your source,
the same way
you can’t see yourself —
it comes up from within,
it faces the same way you do —
it is your impulse, your inspiration,
nothing you can separate
in any observation
from what you are

Certain things you can see
in reflection,
but then you and your source
are both looking at the same image.
The point isn’t to try
to see it face to face,
the point is how you dance with it inside.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 27, 2020

Presence

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It isn’t a unifying force —
It’s much more gentle than that,
simple as sunshine, the present fact
of what’s here, of what properties
always are seen
in the way things move,
the way they interact

We can know we belong
in any here we find ourselves,
because we, too,
move like that —
gentle necessity,
the nature in which we rise.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 14, 2020

Starting Point

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Every life has some deserts in it.
So I start with this — wind driven sand,
searing dry heat
and the sweeping of everything
till it’s bleached clean

I’ll start with this,
fighting my words back
to the starting point
through the cluttered
piles of mundanities
back to where the pure essence gleams

I start here in this desert
because of how clear
across the bones and rock
rings the voice of God.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2020

Gentle

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The gentle laws that hold us
don’t need us to understand —
we can have wildly different concepts,
we can have our faith placed
in all manner of nothings,
we can be full of worry
for all the ways those nothings let us down

The gentle truth is not impressed
by where our minds may roam —
whether we fall or climb,
whether we stall or rage,
whether we pine or ponder,
or place is still assured

The stillness, somehow,
will approach us, will wait,
will be there when we pause,
will catch us up in welcome arms,
settle us in
to where we’ll know for sure that we belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2019