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In Retrospect

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I guess there were beautiful, important things
about being head over heels in love
with myself

(Though, granted, at the time,
I didn’t recognize
I was the object of my own affections)

It was important, I expect,
to know myself as loving,
(thinking I was loving them)
but loving that which I imagined
other people saw in me

I’m coming to see now that there is more  –
more scope, more purpose for my love,
greater opportunity to lose itself in service
and find the sweet fruition of its work.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2021

In Essence

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We are thoughts of the infinite Mind,
we are loves of the infinite Love,
we are. verbs in the motion of Spirit,
we are joys in the shining of Soul

There is no way to fall from approval –
we can’t be forgotten or dropped,
since our being is integral
to that which holds us,
the Life that can never be stopped.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2021

The essence of you

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I know the essence of you
by what shines,
like moonlight in a well –
it doesn’t matter how deep –
the response is still the same

I know the essence of you
even by the shadows,
for to have shadows
there must be light projecting out

If I bring my truest sense
of who I am,
if I am honest,
if I will take the time,
if I am still enough,
I may gain this reward  –
the deep honor of getting to know
the essence of you.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2021

Reflection

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Things about you made me happy today  –
your humming just now,
your hand’s touch earlier,
and how, when you were working
(around the corner, out of my sight)
the feel of your presence
was joy invoking  – little warbles
jumping up inside, making me smile
(though you couldn’t see me)

And the color of your presence
was like dark wood burning in a fire,
one side turning to coals
glowing that compelling white-orange,
sending its heat out like chocolate

I wasn’t thinking of you in the old way –
this was something new –
the reflection of God walking
right here, so close to me –
in the very same house!

©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2021

A Mother’s Comfort

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A mother’s comfort
may be befogged
in a mother’s fear,
may seem a tiny light
against oppressive dark

But look how fierce it shines,
defying all the vastness of the void,
look how she holds it without wavering
even when she thinks she has no chance

Look even deeper,
fold yourself into this light  –
it won’t give up,
however underpowered she may feel.
She won’t let go
so it will bear her up
and thus outshine the darkest night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2020

Finding us again

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It didn’t take changing you,
it only took knowing you,
discerning which of the signals
refracted between us
were actually true,
and which were interlayered shadows
between projection and perception,
not needing to provoke or be responded to

It only took
holding a steady vision
of that which has always loved you –
letting that be my lens,
making my focus clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2020

Formed to be inhabited

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Well, obviously,
love was formed to be inhabited  –
it is my place
to step into it, full weight,
full stride,
to inhabit love with the confidence
of one who owns it –
all its wondrous infinite acres –
to take in its delights,
to bring in its full harvest,
to share its bounty endlessly,
hold nothing back.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2020

Nothing

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As I talked about it
I remembered
how the Allness can reveal itself
within the darkest emptiness,
within the fact that even
when you take away everything  –
everything you can think of,
everything you can name,
everything you can imagine,
all you can desire  –
the Allness is still there.

In that presence is everything  –
even what you might call nothing
can’t take it away.
It is the Love that stands
when everything is gone.
It is the Love that finally
is all you ever need.

©Wendy Mulhern
November19, 2020

Morning Wisps

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Behind the wisps of sorrow
that came drifting up
from memories released
by an offhand reminder

Behind my being sorry
for being too inept
to offer you the wisdom
that you looked for,
behind the sense
that I had let you down

Comes, like the light that prompts the mist to lift,
to float above the ground before dispersing,
the fact that love was, even then,
the only force impelling me,
the only message I could give
and all that you could really hear

And love, I know, can do no harm,
and nothing I advised,
could interfere with who you are
and how you shine,
could hold you back from coming to your own.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2020