Light on the distant gate –
the afternoon sun signaling
beneficence,
a gleam I can feel
way up here on the hill,
a settling, a proof
that nothing we do stops the kindness
bestowed on every living being,
nothing they do stops the kindness  –
it has the last word
in the bitterest disputes,
it melts them to calm
like an evening bath.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 30, 2021

We talk of big things  –
life’s dreamlike nature,
society’s entrapments  –
but do little things  –
staining siding panels,
making dinner,
shutting down the power for the night,
looking at stars

We talk of big things,
but it’s the little things that matter  –
whether we were patient,
whether we were kind

And in the end, our eye lights
will be like stars,
while our words
are more like clouds.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 26,  2021

I notice that we each have power
to be like sunshine,
to backlight spring leaves so they glow,
to sparkle and dance in treetops

We each have power
to light each other up,
and in so doing, to partake
of wondrous, radiant warmth

We’ll see it on the outside,
we’ll feel it all within,
we’ll generate enough illumination
to power up the world  –
let us begin!

©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2021

This isn’t a quid pro quo,
nor yet a reward earned –
not a thing I have to do
to get what I want

Doing this is what I want,
kindness being an elixir
of greatest strength, a sensitizer,
opening up huge realms of splendid view,
releasing bounding joy.
This isn’t something I do to be good –
This is goodness singing me.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2020