Tag Archives: grace

Your Goodness

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The fact of your goodness
is not in question. It is the frame of it,
the why, I seek to point out.

It is the size of it, the scope,
the way your light holds true and shining
against the backdrop of infinity

It never was defined
by what you’re not,
what you’ve abstained from,
or lucked out of,
it’s not from being on the winning side

Your goodness is pure
and so it can define
for you, and maybe others,
how uplifting and illuminating goodness is.
Through this goodness you can know your source —
it quenches thirst and nourishes, the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2019

Timeless newness

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The wonder of the place
makes you forget stuff,
transfixed, as you are,
with translucency,
suffused with a sense of
the utmost importance,
the tenderest smallness,
of you here now,
you as you never have known yourself
but glimpse that you always have been

You find you forget stuff,
but nothing that matters —
wounds fall away,
and old disappointments,
explanations and excuses, too,
in this timeless
newness of you.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 15, 2019

Someone Who

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I’ve decided I like being
someone who can’t be let down,
someone who’s always
able to offer
comfort to another

I prefer that to being
someone who has standards of behavior
with the duty to require them of others,
who needs to disapprove
when standards are not met,
who needs to coach when people get it wrong

That way, if you’re falling off the edge,
or if you think you’ve lost all your deserving,
I can let you feel
the comfort that’s unending,
you can know the depth
of that which treasures you

And that’s a comfort which,
when I can give it,
unfailingly will comfort me as well.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 14, 2019

Gentle, tender, centered

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Here is my gentle surrender:
release of the constant instructions,
permission to trust that my being
doesn’t depend on my getting it right

Here is my tender surrender:
escape from the concept of consequence,
knowing my hope and my joy to be held
safe in the fact of my Love

Here is my centered surrender,
faithfully placed in the hands of my Truth,
flying in effortless calm,
borne by the infinite cause.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 18, 2019

Illusions of Refuge

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And if your refuge fails you
or if it says you’ve failed
and thus cannot avail yourself of safety

Or if your refuge
is put in question
by someone else’s sense of truth

Or if the solace it provides
has grayed, has faded,
has been rendered hollow

Don’t be afraid.
For even as your demons rage
and push you towards the center,
as the edges crumble
and your space grows smaller

You are already redeemed.
You were delivered
even before the dawning of your first day.
Your substance is secure,
your realm is infinite —
you need no refuge,
for you own your grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2019

Action

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I’m not content with idleness
but I must learn
not to be fooled
by inactivity that’s masked as motion —
things to do that don’t make any difference,
loopings of the mind that don’t go forward

In due respect
for source and power,
I must recognize
that Mind achieves its ends
and is the only cause of all my action

When Spirit moves,
the waters all move also,
immediate, decisive,
everything as fluid
as the thought comprising it,
everything responsive,
everything accomplished —
this is the model
for all I am to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2019

Demons Departing

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When demons are cast out,
they may go arguing with each other,
as they always do,
disputing their turf,
and which ones
have loftier positions

They may scream and whine and howl,
as they always do,
they may curl up
intending not to move

But they’ll go anyway,
dissolving even as they speak,
their threats and bludgeons
dissolving with them.
They’ll leave the field in blessed silence,
so clear that you can hear a dewdrop fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2019

Reflecting on precious times

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I collect these moments like stars.
I can hold them in my hand.
Though they may be short blips in time,
they are as infinite
as what they reveal

For sparkling grace is this exactly —
the evidence in one small moment
of one great Truth,
big enough to guarantee
heart-waking beauty,
tender and wonderstruck alignment
in the unfoldment
of the perfect peace
of now.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 27, 2019

Blessed are they that mourn …

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I will not let thee go, except thou bless me

Before they sing, the little birds
expand to almost twice their size,
taking the morning in,
filling themselves up
with what will be their song
so it expresses
all the joy and glory that they feel

You will be like that,
so deeply filled with what has saved you
that comfort will pour forth like birdsong,
blessing everyone who hears.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2019

Lean and Release

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Maybe this is exactly
what I need — these waves
kicked over the sea wall,
these rain drops, hard as sand
blown against my eyelids,
this headwind beating me back

This could be what I need,
sun appearing at different parts
of the sea and sky, the mildness
of the gale-tossed air, my pedals,
even in low gear, offering resistance

This, so I can remember
I’m never asked to do it alone,
I’m only asked to lean in
and release.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 15, 2019