Another day of moving through the holy place
of people traveling – me along with them,
immersing in the river of their efforts
and their individuality – how they are loved,
and how they long for love,
how their love is hidden, and how it shows
I travel smooth, I travel filled with joy,
for all of us are hoping to be seen,
and everyone I truly see
elates my heart,
and in that seeing,
I am fully blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2023
Each of us grasps at the sweet threads –
filaments of possibility –
hoping they will pull us
into the deep source
They trail from hopes, from stories,
which tell of how to catch them,
but if we fail to win the stories’ ending,
there’s no need to despair –
those endings may deliver fine true love,
but the sweetness also is right here,
and we can feel it everywhere.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2023
Let me rejoice with you
in this simple act: laying down the stories
that held us apart – ancient slights,
perceived or imagined,
things we envied or resented,
things we couldn’t talk about,
and how that silence blocked
what had been doors
These things, so deeply buried
in the wash of time,
cannot find resolution
through exhumation
But they all can dissolve
in the frank glory
of what we’ve always been –
beings whose love can’t be closed down
since living love is how we are defined,
beings who must bring forth good
in everything we touch –
old stories gone, we touch each other still.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2023
We wake up
to find we are born with
a love for everything
that can say “I am” –
with its sensing, with its moving,
with the patterns it reprises
in its living, in its growth
It’s the individuality
of all these things,
and all these people,
that points to the infinity of Love,
big enough to intimately know
each one of us,
warm and bright enough
to fully care.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2023
Much can be built on this,
a smile, a look of adoration,
holding of hands, a cuddle
Indeed, all substance
can be contained here –
so much value poured
into each moment of connection
We may make grand plans
for the tiniest sip of it,
while simple acceptance
is enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 6 2023
The house of Love is not
a tent I need to hold up with my hands –
I don’t need to be tentative –
don’t need to try the ropes
or mend the canvas,
don’t need to canvas
for votes or for acceptance
The house of Love
is never taken down,
nor can it be abandoned –
we live here with abandon,
and welcome everyone
to find it home.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2023
You shine so bright in me,
and have, since I first met you.
Is it fair to say
your wisdom walks beside me,
that this measured calm
which holds inside it
great infinitudes of hope
is indication
of your continued presence here?
You who taught me more of love
than I had ever known –
I’m still needing to learn this practice.
Can I say that you are with me?
Can I say that what I’m learning
is something that we share?
If you will be my partner in this quest,
I’m sure we’ll scale huge mountains.
I’ll be going forward anyway,
but it sure is sweet to think that maybe
you are helping me along the way.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2023
Show me how the laws of physics
are just a subset of the law of Love,
and, as such, cannot run counter
to infinitude of care
Show me how the fact that we are treasured
overcomes the story of our being left
alone and fragile in a world of danger,
consigned to struggle or to sink bereft
Show me that this isn’t an illusion,
a myth for privileged and strong young men –
show me how it works with full inclusion,
so we can claim our heaven home again.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2023
It takes a gentle hand
to tease out the tangled strands
of how we think about each other,
which of each other’s words we’ve heard,
which we’ve discounted,
what we would see each other meant,
if we would listen
It takes a gentle heart
to smooth the ruffled sentiments,
to ascertain we’re smoothing
in the right direction,
to hear from way down deep
and to respond
in ways that put each other’s hearts at ease
For we are tender,
and we are intricate,
and can’t be superficially assessed,
yet we are strong of fiber
and can take some rearranging
when it’s done with gentle hearts and hands.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2023