Not a tilling of the soil,
not a toiling of the soul,
but intrepid steps
into the mystery of being,
bearing nothing but receptivity,
ready to give all, in return
This is what leads me forth in the morning,
this is what brings me home,
riches of Spirit right here to garner,
everything living a poem.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2022
These leaps of life we make,
innocent as sky,
reach to the heart of who we are,
and we are pleasing
to anyone who sees us,
we are pleasing
in the interwoven dance of Life,
we are pleasing to what sparks within us,
and we are pleasing
to our source.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2022
Let me remember
to come here every day,
here where the morning air
breathes you alive
and your smile reflects
my exuberance
Let me remember
this here is available
wherever we are,
wherever the bright fact of Life
fills up all the space.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2022
I can’t plan for my mortality –
the very stuff of it
falls apart like silt –
nothing I can build with
has anything to do with it
I can’t plan either
for your mortality –
I have to live as if
we have eternity to learn
the perfect grace for which we daily strive –
it is the only way that I can pick up
these essential strands
of all we care about,
and weave them day by day.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2022
The paths they each were taking
couldn’t be seen on the surface,
couldn’t be seen by each other
or even by themselves
They swooped and soared like kites,
and you might think they were governed
by the wind. But all the while
they felt the tug beneath,
the anchored place that didn’t move much,
but was their guidance,
enabling their flight
whether they knew it or not.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 2, 2022
Evening coolness begins to flow in
through the tops of trees,
deeply welcome
after the day’s heat
Everything has meaning –
blackbird song and colors through the windows,
the ponderous importance of everybody’s life.
Even moths and dandelion fluffs
have infinite weight
in the balance of eternity,
as do you, my friend,
as do you.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2022
Waves of worry
like April snow
whirl and do not settle,
though they are few
It takes a little rain,
a little rainbow,
the next communication
and a deep breath
It takes rethinking
what life’s essence is,
its resources and causes,
what gives the power to live
And worry is more than gone,
forgotten as April snow,
no trace of it remaining
in the resurgent sun.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2022
Every pen must dip into the gold,
whatever truth it wishes to elucidate –
somewhere it must gather light
through which the elements are seen,
the power to propel the story
Every life is understood by light –
they can’t be seen in any other way.
Then let me judge them true
and let me tell them as they are,
and dip into the gold to share their story.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2022
My life is full,
my life is whole,
and from this vantage point
I look back over years
and see that it was always so
My life belongs to goodness,
and only goodness can define
the elements comprising it,
its color, form, and line
If this is simple,
it’s also deep,
and intricate in its design –
this understanding is what I’ll keep
and be forever fine.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 17, 2022
It’s not like you get to bargain
with death. If you give it one little wink,
it will have you. It will take you
on its own terms, not on yours
But it’s not that death can win.
The enduring multiplicity of life
will keep doing as it always does,
branching out the possibilities.
Put all attention there, and you, too,
will keep on growing.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 24, 2022