Praying for the Enemy

Anybody can be called back.
The unbreakable cord
that holds us to ourselves,
to who we really are,
to what we really want,
never lets go

And in this fullness of time,
it begins to make itself known.
The tug may first be felt
in quiet moments, between
the posturing, between the self justification,
between the self delusion

Once it starts asserting itself
there is actually no force
that can stand up to it.
Not willful blindness, not ugliness
of spirit, not power-drunk reflexes
of greedy grabbing

I affirm this cord in each of us.
I affirm it growing strong
and pulling all of us back
to our core love, from which vantage point
there is no more ability
to harm another.
I pray for all of us,
including the ones who need it most.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2017

Pray for Standing Rock

If everyone learns how to pray,
just because there’s no other recourse,
just because the only way to rise up
is to sink down into the rooted core of truth

If everyone learns how to pray
just because all other power
has been stripped from us,
that may be the way that we prevail

Prayer will rise like tides, like floods
and change everything —
our sense of self, community,
and landscape,
prayer will render other powers
irrelevant
as it sweeps through us. You’ll see.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2017

Happy

Today I woke up happy —
maybe it was the fresh wind
through the night,
or the spring-heralding sound
of many birds,
maybe it was the dreams
that had me tossing
but in the end resolved to power, freedom

Maybe it was the prayer
that stayed with me, deeper than thought
but surfacing, in song and memory,
at my several wakings,
sweeping in the clarity
of how I am held
safe and beloved
in the arms of morning.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2017

What’s Real

beach-locusts-winter

I feel what’s real
has been here all along —
it sometimes stood in shadow
beside everything that we were striving for

And sometimes in our clamor
we would wholly mute it out,
and sometimes in our prayer
it would sift in,
subtle as light between branches
lapping limb shadows
across the other trees,
coming into quiet focus, recognized as substance
by the joy that rises, and the fullness

And happiness turns out to be so simple,
not needing anything but presence —
presence and welcome, kindness and acceptance,
the free gift of loving you
just because you’re here,
the many-dreamed essence suddenly clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2016

Requested Prayer

spanish-moss-needles

The indigenous nations
have asked for prayer —
it’s one thing I can do,
one thing they say
can really help

I’ve been steeped in stories,
wandering the internet,
my heart now ragged
from screaming with some stories
and raging against others

It has asked for a moment of silence.
It agrees that the only way
to get to truth, to peace,
is to sink down in prayer
and so I offer this:

Truth, be with us. You are
the fabric of our being
and you hold our wholeness
and you let no lie stand.
You deliver us from the ravages
of our oppressive culture

You speak to us from within,
you let us know
you are here to deliver us
from the whole centuries long
network of lies. You are here, Truth —
open all our eyes.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2016

Prayer Works

carkeek-vista

“You don’t stand a chance
against my prayers”
— Robbie Robertson, Ghost Dance

Let’s understand this.
The coarse bravado
that says prayers are useless
has only won provisionally
when those who hear it let it in
and in discouragement
don’t pray

When beings pray,
the contact of power
brings infinity into the place, the moment.
There’s nothing that can overcome it,
for its whisper also speaks
within the silent walls of hearts

Prayer can speak to
who was called enemy
from the inside
as epiphany, as common sense,
as what they’ve always understood.
They can’t stand against it
because it speaks as them.
In this we are one, in this we win.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2016

Jail Visit

tree stump

And if you need to talk for a long time,
I can listen for a long time.
I can follow your face and voice
through the laughter, through all those
reflections and memories, down
to the place of tears, back out again,
if you want to keep talking.

I don’t need to say anything
till you’re really done,
and I can’t know what I’ll say
until we get there.
This is a safe place —
you can surely know
that I will hold you in compassion
through the whole anguished tale,
I will hold steady
and yes, I will pray.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2016

A Summons

white blossoms and clouds

Oh, peace,
send your flourish
down all my fractal curls,
let me hum
with the vibrancy of unfurling,
each part in its most deeply welcomed
way, each a marvel,
the “aha” of this moment,
in the soothing ease
of belonging, exactly,
in this here, in this tapestry
where every color
nestles in around us
to uphold, define, and complement
our shape, our hue, our time.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 6, 2016

Collective Silent Prayer

subtle clouds and sea

We in this room,
a handful, or a little more,
we with everything we’ve brought
that floats upon the surface
of our lives,
the things that everyone can see,
the things we think or fear they can,
the things we try to show but doubt are seen,

We are leaving all that,
in the deep dive that finds
the many fathoms of our being,
past the breath-holding place
to where inspiration
is what we breathe.

We are alone in our thoughts,
yet we know
we are here together,
discerning a truth
that changes everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 13, 2016

Leave Taking

Leave taking

I leave you
in the hands of Love,
I trust Love’s knowing of you
to be the one most satisfying thing
I can imagine for you

I leave you
in the hands of Truth, knowing
there is no other source
of what you are,
and it establishes you
in dimensions I can’t even start
to fathom

Life holds you
in the comprehensive grace
that marks each one of its creations,
I leave you
knowing
you are never left alone.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2016

Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photo by Josh Liebowitz