I am learning
it’s not enough to sit
well beyond the fray,
and see, with eyes amazed
at loftier perspectives,
the inner workings of the human scene
It’s not enough
to see the heartache and the failings,
because, if I can see them,
they are mine —
mine to soothe and smooth,
mine to see whole
If I haven’t seen that yet
then I’ve seen nothing —
there is no wisdom
but the one that heals.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2019
The answer will come
at right angles to the conflict,
it will not take sides,
it will startle all sides to silence
There is a way out
of what seems most intractable —
it is the knowing
that we aren’t caused by one another
and that our cause will speak within,
to each of us,
and lift us up and show us how to go.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2019
Health springs up
from the same place
that life springs up,
from the same source
of all thought
which is all action
You spring up
every day, every moment,
from the source of yourself
which is infinite
And nothing can be placed
except as it is thought,
except as it is known
and as it’s loved
And nothing blocks
the power of presence,
nothing can impede
the All That Is.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 9, 2019
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
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
When I consider how
the cause and effect
in all of this,
each flowing stream,
each footfall,
each sprig of early springing green
is Love,
it’s easy, then, to understand
that nothing is left out,
no demons needed
to guard the chasms,
to hold the terror
in some fierce and awful
bargain of control
No need for demons
and no need for hiding —
each loved idea walks freely,
centered, whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2019
We have covered ground here,
through the longest night
and well into the year,
we have found healing,
sometimes tenuous
but slowly coming clear,
and though you’ve flown,
we still will walk this path together
The sun this morning
was almost match
for the gusting winds,
blue ruled the water and the sky,
we skirted puddles
on the familiar road to town,
hand in hand, you and I
So far we’ve come, beyond the judgment,
beyond the strife, beyond the words,
we think we see the curving of the earth,
and maybe on that circle
we’ll find our way back home
and taste the flavor of our native worth.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 14, 2019
No sleuth was needed
to pick through your life
noting and condemning
ways you fall short —
misguided attentions,
crucial things neglected,
everything that needs to be corrected
Your life is clear,
innocent as dawn,
untouched by any tales
of what you have or haven’t done —
Pick up the cloth and shake it in the wind —
all that isn’t you will fall away,
and as for your bright presence,
it will stay.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 1, 2019
Grant me this:
Let me bring the light forth
into my day. Let it make a difference.
Let it do more
than light me up inside —
let it illumine
the treasures of the hearts of others.
Let them see themselves
as deeply, dearly seen
You who have shined the light in me,
I ask you to complete this —
it is your work to bring it forth
and mine to hold it up.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2019
Because the pitching waves
and all the raw winds
and the destruction, and the sharp shards
were merely shadows,
shapes projected on our forms
We had been frightened
thinking each dark image falling on us
was a wound, a defect, or a dread curse
that we must overcome
But then we saw the same pictures
on everyone, and started to suspect
none of these flaws
had been internal
We started to reflect
on all the light within
and we became uncowed
by flickering shadows
So we became serene —
we have no battle.
Our sight is clear, our day is clean,
and we are free.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 15, 2018