Tag Archives: grace

Characters

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sunbreak-with-road

We found ourselves in someone else’s story
and the characters we were cast as,
we didn’t know them, didn’t know
what words and actions, on their part,
would put us in good graces,
or let us even know where we stood

Then we remembered: this is our story.
We own the tale in which these people
think we’re something other than what we are,
and may harbor expectations
that we act in ways to please them,
ways about which we have no clue

And grace — the only way we’ll really find it
is to float up free from story altogether,
to hold their words and gestures
in the kindest light
and count on Spirit —
the universal breath that we all share —
to braid our lives together in its course.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2016

Light Show

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Light escapes —
streams under clouds,
glows on fields,
etches the small blue patches
with silver

Light infuses lives,
each of them,
bursts through the edges of sorrow,
overrides disappointment,
finally settles everything
into the gentle peace
of sunset,

Softening into evening,
preparing to emerge,
bright as mind,
bright as stars,
to shine through the whole night.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2016

Beatitude

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oak-from-north-late-august-morning

I consider my hunger
to live close to my source,
to be stripped bare
of false dependencies,
let go of petty tethers
so I can radically cleave
to what will lift me
along the currents I have always craved

I know I need some height
to make the deep dive,
I need to jump off
to be borne up,
I need to know what to let go of
and what to hold to,
and trust that in my hunger,
I’ll be filled.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2016

Kindness

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thistle

In her tongue
is the law of kindness.
It wakes up with her
as she emerges from dream,
sweet water releasing it from slumber

Kindness gathers her thoughts, her words,
makes them a welcome,
makes them a haven,
conveys a revelation
to all they touch,
floats them on the high
of feeling their own worth,
of feeling, maybe for the first time,
the way everyone should always feel:
celebrated, delighted in.

The law of kindness
works just like that.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2016

Things Come Together

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Sandpoint Cats

And in fact
things do come together,
for that is their way,
like fast friends who
steal away to meet
in their secret hollow,
to share whispers and laughter,
who scheme ways to always find each other,
make plans to often be together

So the things in your life,
what you need, what you desire,
are happily conspiring
to come together in elaborate arrays,
to fill you up, to celebrate your days.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2016

Wind

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wind

The wind has blown through the whole day,
tossing tree crowns and plastic chairs,
bringing mugginess from the south
but cooling it to bearable

Dragonflies have danced, devouring insects
who had found, perhaps,
a still point in the air

We have walked this day
with grace and finesse,
we have found ways to move,
ways to make others happy

We have kept listening
to the patterns of kindness,
passed from tree to tree, sung by many birds,
held in the dignity of each tousled head
that lifts itself to face the wind.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2016

Rise Up

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Oxalis,maple

You are innocent.
There are no wrongs
for which you must atone,
no layers of pain and shame
rolled up in justification,
rolled up in anger,
rolled up in desperate deeds

There is no errant course
that justifies your bondage,
no years indentured
that you have to pay,
there are no habits
which keep you stooped, submissive,
no lock and key upon your day

You are innocent,
and you are thereby free
to shine the light of you, to be
the things you always sensed
were your potential.
You have not lost them,
you have not forgotten,
you have not failed
to take the needed way.
Stand up and walk —
all blunders are forgiven —
You are granted your primal peace today.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2016

These, Too

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Holly's quince

Not only me,
not only me and you,
not only me and you and all the world
are held in tender love

Not only us,
but all the space between us,
all the ways we touch each other,
all the ways we come together,
all the bright intensities we feel
in contact with each other —
these, too, are held in love

These, too, are citizens
of the Oneness, these, too,
are given what they need
to prosper and to thrive.
They don’t depend on us
to live or fail —
we all can ride
in the security
of our perfect place.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2016

Needs

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willows and raindrops

Any one of us can give
that which is needed,
and our giving will be
what we most needed as well

Anyone can catch and kindle
the contact of eyes,
which forms a spark,
forms a river,
which warms us up and quenches our thirst
at the same time, as no single element can do

Any one of us can forgive
that which was not given —
we all have suffered
the momentary overwhelm of fear,
or the stuckness of static suppositions

Today I need both:
the giving and forgiving.
Grant me the moment,
grant me grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 11, 2016

Provision

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provision

The source of everything,
the source that gives me everything,
will give me this as well:

The hearing of rain coming —
patters in the distant fields —
the chatter of little birds,
crows’ pontifications,
the upwelling behind my eyes
that shows me how much I care

And it gives me
all the thoughts that dip their threads
through the present hour,
that trail their colored tendrils
through the bubbling mix of How I Feel

And the perfect timing
that finds us cozy as rains descend —
We will receive everything
as we need it,
including the gratitude
that lets our joy take root.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2016