Teach me to be
the child I never was –
open-minded, free,
eager to receive
whatever gift is offered
in another’s face
Teach me to be the child I am,
whom I have been since before the world began,
eager to give what is given to me
of the light that delights
and enlightens us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2022
We are not made of smoke,
and so the sweeping winds,
fast shifting and insistent,
don’t disperse us
And those who wield the fans that push opinions
can’t corral us into predesigned reactions,
however much they blow on us,
however much it seems as if they can
We’re made of truth.
So whatever winds blow through,
they can’t disturb us –
can’t rearrange our shape,
can’t realign us
And this is true of everyone,
and so we stand,
when all the smoke has cleared,
exactly where we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2022
The promise of joy
is not distant, after all –
is not based on conditions to be met
The promise of joy shines brighter
than the jagged fear edges
through which it breaks
and ultimately
it doesn’t need to overcome them –
in its brilliance nothing else
has any presence
For joy is even more than promise –
it is our natural state,
the breath of life before the world began
which knits us, breath by breath,
with our I Am.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2022
I think I’ll just stay here forever
if I can remember to –
here in the release from all dark thoughts,
here in the regimen of
everything defined by its essence
and not by projected lack
Need – not as what falls short
but rather, what waits to bless:
needs to be witnessed,.
needs to bring us along
in the bright gift it’s been designed
to give us,
needs to shine forth like a sun,
needs to bring life
I’ll just stay here –
I have to remember to,
to see another’s need and supply it,
dancing in showers
of resultant good.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 31, 2022
Come into the wide open space,
let it begin to show you
how you may be defined
Light touches grass with wonder –
grass, illumined, exults to bask
in its own essence
At our best while blessing,
made most ourselves
in how we light up someone else,
or let their light be our grace,
brightening us, and giving them
a place to rest.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2022
Consider the state
of not needing to say anything,
just hearing the sounds of the day
collected now in memory – conversation
and the whir of various instruments.
Memory, too, of how the sun warmed the air,
and brought out the scent of earth
And there were true things to communicate
but no sense of need
to be seen or understood,
and now there is the imprint
of having spoken,
but no further purpose for the words.
After all, it’s not my role
to make a story of the day –
I fall in, like creek into river,
tributary to Spirit alone.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 6, 2022
Think of me as a pond.
A day leaps up like a fish
and flops back down. Emotions
ripple out to the edge
and settle smooth .
Within each day, moments of ruffle,
moments of calm. Space to be plumbed,
space to be inscrutable. Plenty of time
for reflection, plenty of depth
borrowed from the sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 19, 2022
Turns out it’s not too much to ask
to be formed anew each day,
to let all my being be the fountain
of the surge of my source, all of it
determined by its power, its essence,
its choice, moment by moment
All my artifice washes away
in the first rush. I try to be tender
in teaching myself to let go
of what my fists are holding,
to let the cleansing stream
course through my fingers
and not hold anything but the experience
of the standing wave of me.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2022
Consider Spirit,
for where would you even think to be
without it? Why would you even care?
Consider Spirit,
for your very breath rises and falls
at its direction. Your desire to be alive
is its very imprint
Since you have never even
lifted a finger without it
(and you have been and done so much!)
does it not make sense
to let it carry you –
through all these seas and home,
through the whole winter
to the springing grasses?
©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2021
May you feel peace in your toes.
May you feel strength in your feet.
May you feel confidence
in your stride, and joy
in every breath
This moment belongs to you.
This is you as celebration.
This is you as recognition
that every one of your steps
is met with support as deep
as the earth, and what you reach for
rushes to meet you
The fact of your substance
can’t be hidden any longer.
You’ll feel it rising up
more and more each day,
creating the bridge
that closes the gap
and lets all of heaven bloom forth.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2021