Tag Archives: grace

Tone of Voice

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The verdict of defeat
is not the final word,
however hard and flat
the voice intoning it

Nothing said in hard, flat tones
can be the final word,
for truth has joy, and truth
is ever singing

When you hear truth’s voice,
the ringing of it
will make you sit still.
You won’t want to do anything
but listen

When you hear truth’s voice,
all that’s hard and flat in you
will melt —
all that speaks to you in cruel tones,
all that is vindictive and contemptuous
will turn to dust and wash away,
and leave you sparkling clear and true,
toning in the voice that knows your name.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2019

I take my shoes off

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Once again, I settle in to Soul,
the home that dwells in every moment
waiting to support, affirm,
waiting to release me

I take my shoes off.
I breathe deep. No longer
out of breath from sweating,
I can find the rhythm
of the full cycle. No longer pinned
under conflicting propositions,
I feel myself float. I let myself expand

It’s so freeing to remember
I am not enslaved. I owe no consequence,
have no indebtedness,
no fear, no shame —
my life is here in Soul,
and Soul knows my name.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2019

New Sight

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I will turn all the pictures in.
I will set my eyes to see
at cross dimensions,
in places that cut between,
that take the same colors
but make of them a wholly different story

Every story told in terms of good and bad
will change to true accounts of fine engagement —
they will sparkle easy grace
and glow with an intensity of depth,
they will shine with courage and surrender —
courage in how much we give for love,
surrender as we recognize
we never need to earn it

There won’t be anything there
that puts us in a bad light,
for there we will be seen for what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2019

Meaning

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With infinite patience
I’m brought round again
to learn the new meanings
which are the old meanings
from before the world began

I will learn them
here in the calm of late afternoon,
here in the rain washed, sun graced moments
when the turkeys wander back
from across the field
and crickets sing softly
and grasshoppers click

This isn’t something
I could ever learn alone,
and the great wonder is,
I don’t have to.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 19, 2019

A New Day

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Day dawns,
rain gone
(if for a moment)
sun flirts with wind,
clouds glint and grin

We free a dove
that trapped itself
in our young cherry tree’s enclosure,
I try the spirits
and today it’s clearer
whence they hail

These things do not depend
on weather, or on any gods
society has shaped and propped up,
they don’t depend on how we felt
or what we said and did

It is the Spirit
that sustains us,
breathing what we are
into our consciousness,
planting the clarity of our cause
into our frames.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2019

Re-vision

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Retile my past —
take all those broken squares,
those incomplete perceptions,
those ways I failed to see
the truth of being,
so I can understand
through present windows
that nothing in my life was ever missing

Is not this grace —
what wipes away without a trace
the meted consequence,
all our indebtedness?
— and in its place
reveals the fruit that waits
ready to satisfy
when it is seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2019

Jewel

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Afterwards, what I kept pondering
was the jewel in the storm,
the calm that could only be discovered
amid the raging, the peace
the storm brought out
by failing to ruffle it
even in the least

This is a thing to know about,
this is a thing to remember
even in lesser storms,
and when there’s no storm at all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2019

This Morning

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This morning it felt like fall —
fog through the valley, lifting into powder blue,
night’s chill and sun’s warmth coexisting,
different smells in dampness and in dry places,
readiness in the air

A flock of goldfinches
were very happy with our sunflowers,
exclaiming and conversing
as they landed, swaying,
on the flower heads

I woke up knowing
the only thing real
is the goodness of everything.
I saw it everywhere,
seeming to rest on things
but actually
being what they are.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2019

The Facts of Soul

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When I came back today
it was still there, where I saw it
yesterday — the house
in its perfection, all the laws of it
standing, in their interlock,
in their prismatic color,
in the certainty of completion,
every vector blessing

I was glad to see it —
interested that I hadn’t known before
that it was here all the time,
delighted to consider
what it will offer us
and what we will give it
in these Soul ordered days.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 16, 2019

Patience

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Patience moves through layers like breath,
giving each its needed round,
patience lets the frenzy settle
and begins again

There is time, there is time,
there is time for each idea to form,
to reach its fullness,
to let the circle close

There is a firmness that holds
the wind ruffled page,
that smoothes it out
and lets it turn in turn

So may my hands smooth
the tangled, rumpled tasks
so they can lie flat
along the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2019