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Forgive Me

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Forgive me, for I went far too long
without noticing your magnificence.
It’s an affront to your creator,
failing to see
the grand capacity of your imagination,
the worlds you can construct,
the life force you contain,
and the great colors
of your joy, your love, your hope

These are not things to be dismissed,
to be eclipsed
by some petty requirement my will suggested.
These are things to open out my views,
to rejoice over,
to teach me of the dear design of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2020

Shift

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When you can be completely sure
you are comprised
of what you love, exclusively,
no more, no less

When you can recognize Infinity
and how it wells up
through the cracks of every story
you have told yourself


Then you will shift your focus to the light,
and what before seemed so complex
will flatten like a silhouette,
while all your love will fill your sight,
and you will know
exactly what you’re here for,
and be blessed.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2020

Partnership

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The land starts to tell me of our partnership
in phrases I can understand –
scent of sweet grass, and blackberry,
carried on the wind,
fledgling birds – jays, swallows, towhees,
calls of doves and hawks and deer

It hints of sensing our potential,
and patience till we come into our own.-
that we will tend it, and that it will flourish,
with more and more life
flowing in our home

Not a relationship of need
so much as dance – that we will each
bring out the richness of each other –
We will thrive, and it will thrive right with us,
all attesting to the potency of love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2020

Love Life?

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Can love be a choice?
Here I am, living my life every day –
Can I choose to love it?
Certainly the calls of birds
elicit a response of joy,
as can the feeling that the day’s just right
for plants to grow. And the exquisite mouths
of wild iris before they unfurl,
and laughter, and the kindness
I can find in eyes

These things show me my love of life
before I even make a choice,
so if I choose it consciously,
what then?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2020

Reminder

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You haven’t been asked to be virtuous.
You haven’t been asked to be a good girl.
You haven’t even been asked to persevere against long odds

You’ve only been asked one thing.
You’ve been asked to love.
Love with heart and soul and mind,
submerge yourself there,
lose your self there,
and let the nature of Love itself
be the you that unfolds
throughout the course of every day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2020

Like Light

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Light comes in the morning,
orange, then gold, then white gold,
etches shadow filagree on walls through windows,
folds its glow through cracks of doors

And if I simply don’t allow
for any place to be untouched,
if I let light bathe every curve of thought,
I’ll leave no place inside for dread or worry,
I’ll entertain no images of scorn

And if, like sun, my love is humble,
indiscriminate because its source is infinite,
it will leave space for birds to shine and sing
in their own language, and smiles to well up
from their profoundest depth.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2019

Bed of Acceptance

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At the end of our day,
size of remaining tasks notwithstanding,
we have to acknowledge
what was accomplished —
two vehicles saved
from the ravages of mice
(at least for now)
and some flickers of clarity
rising up in the firelight
as we considered
our past and future course

Now I can hold you
in the love that offers
a bed of acceptance
like coals hold the wood in the fire —
whatever you may think of your life
can be transmuted, offered up as warmth,
rendered translucent in the service
of that which glorifies us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2019

This Changes Everything

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Streams of living waters,
rivers of pure light —
we speak of it in metaphors,
for how else can we convey
the feeling, and the importance of it,
the way we’re borne up
in the swift current,
the way it fills us
and lifts us
and becomes that which we are

And if we thought love
was a distant spark
that might or might not ignite,
if we thought love depended on
finding someone, or being found,
if we thought love was anything less than
the fountain of life itself,
or anywhere less than right here,
this changes everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2019