One Voice

There is no part of me
that doesn’t hear
the voice that speaks my name

There is no part of me
that doesn’t answer,
grateful in remembrance,
glad to be reminded
of how I am so intimately known

My tongue prepares
gold tribute in my mouth,
my arms reach out
to hasten the embrace,
my thought body swoops
across the field in joy,
my heart body stays close,
following my breath

Amid the many clamoring voices —
dragon’s breath roar, swift dismissal —
this voice rings so clear
it claims my full attention,
these are the words
I’m happy to repeat.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2020

Foot Washing

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Any moment can be a portal
where the compelling touch
of a neighboring world
connects your current
and pulls you through

Any touch can be the contact,
and as you flow through,
the miracle is
you don’t ebb from here —
instead, some before unknown infinity
rushes in and multiplies you,
rendering you equal to the blessing

When I wash your feet
or you wash mine,
the humbleness and love in which we meet
gathers us both
into a bright world
which we immediately know
has always been our home
although we’ve never walked in it before.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 27, 2016