Though there is a way on paper
of drawing light with black lines,
let me not do so with my words
The page of thought is bright
and doesn’t need darkness
to delineate its inspiration
Look – I can have the Mind of Christ!
There is enough need in the world
for the lines of light to touch and heal
That healing truth, showing its presence,
defines light, defines everything.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2022
In the brilliance it’s hard to see
what’s rising up, what’s touching down –
and maybe both are occurring –
you might call it communion,
you might call it illumination –
how light needs its reflection
to be known.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2022
Sometimes an image comes
in the colors you see
when your eyes close –
the purples where the lights were,
the glinting nets of dark green
Sometimes an image comes
while you’re looking at something
like rain from the roof edge
dripping, bouncing its drops
into a hole it has made in the earth
And you’re looking at that
and thinking of depth,
and the infinite care
of the Life that will stay with you
throughout the gravest of stages –
whatever can show you – and you alone –
so you will see it, how it is still there
And will make sure
you come to know it
in the fully satisfying way
that it knows you.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2022
According to my journals,
I’ve made no progress at all.
I’m wrestling with the same stuff,
I’m flying on the same hope –
I see the bracing path rise up before me,
feel stronger with each vista I attain
I had imagined I’d be coming back by now,
bearing treasure, telling tales of all my victories,
but the trail demands I keep attention forward
and leave my dreams of accolades behind
According to my journals,
back last year I also battled darkness,
and last year I also walked in light,
and maybe there’s no final victors’ banquet,
just the daily work of taking steps aright.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2021
It seems the right time of year
for us to fall into darkness,
for the day to sock in,
for the lights to go out,
for the water heater
to have no juice
And in the view of flames
for us to contemplate
the light that gives us meaning,
how it rushes in with a similar sound,
how it wakes up limbs and toes,
how it illumines our desire and purpose
and will sustain us
even when the solar light is gone.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2021
These days I see the light everywhere –
in the glow of wood grain,
in between the ribs
of all these living vessels of hope
(however much they cover it)
I see it along the shafts of rain,
and in compassion
that rises between the stories
of untold pain. I see it
in how much
everything alive desires to live,
and how the sky
hugs us all around
and holds us in.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2021
Let us meet each other
in a place of angels,
where there is no baggage
of what we said yesterday,
or what we have said and done
these past thirty-nine years
Let us be caught up in the light
of present splendor,
of coming into
all we are meant to be
Let us blend lights
with all the angels here,
especially the one
we learned so much love from
Let’s apply that learning
to each other and to everyone
who intersects our vision,
who brings their quintessential radiance
into the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2021
Things can be more beautiful
than you thought – seams can crack open,
unimagined light can pour through
at any part of your life –
things you’ve tended, especially,
but also what you’ve forgotten,
or what is given you
from the kindness of others
(from what they’ve tended
or maybe what they unexpectedly found)
Life can be more beautiful
than the dogged portion you’ve allowed yourself,
or the comfort that you’ve settled for,
the compromise, the resignation
Anybody’s life can open up
in unexpected glory,
bringing blessing to themselves
and many others
Your life can be
the light you hoped for it –
ask and seek, and seek and ask –
it will come forth.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2021
The sky lights up,
the trees light up,
the squall eases
The road leads,
we follow
with our daily awe
So many clues,
so many signs
of overarching love
We will believe,
for look – right now
we see the light.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2021
The day was like this –
the kindness of others
letting me feel like a bright gift,
hoping I have done the same,
have passed the gift along,
sensing I have done so,
which occasioned the rich feeling
in the first place
There can be rainbows
in unexpected places –
gifts of light which emphasize:
things here are truly crafted
for our joy. Our purpose
is to see it multiply.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2021