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Mourning

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“Blessed are they that mourn . . . “
Blessed am I,
for I mourn
I mourn the sense of separation.
I shall be comforted
for I shall be brought
back home.

The line of mourning
points me to my love.
My love, within me
is what holds me in connection,
Makes me one
in a bright tie
that never can be severed.
No lie
can remove me
from its truth.
Blessed am I
for I shall be comforted
before the sun goes down
upon my day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 4, 2013


For Heather at finals time

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For you to be
exactly what you are
doesn’t take a miracle

That what you are
is astoundingly perfect
in each creation, every interaction
should be no surprise

That “perfect” be defined
by the eternal laws of Life,
of seamless symbiosis, joyful thriving,
pure delight,
Makes perfect sense,
for the great source
from which we all have come
Gives us our impulse, our guidance
and our home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2013


“In my Father’s house”

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In this house
There’s room enough for everyone.
There’s room for those
who need to go slow,
whose moves are ponderous
and often hesitating,
Who may seem to forget sometimes
where they are going.

There’s room for those
who only lightly touch down
in the quick flitting of skittering motion,
Hardly here for long enough
to cast a shadow,
But wanting to have weight
and be remembered.

There’s room for those who need to lead
And those who wish to follow,
Room to blaze in brilliance,
Room to wait in silence.
Room for both those born within
And those who came from far,
Room for all to grow
and so step in to what they are.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 14, 2013


Prayer at the End of Days

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Spirit, be a rock under my feet,
For these sands are flowing hard against me.
Hold me with your steady hand,
Unite me with your center,
Give me strength to stand
Against the seething flood of matter.
Be so clear
That all these tidal flows
Will fail to grab me in their undertow.
Let them only serve to bring illusion down
That I may stand in freedom
Knowing Truth alone.
Hold us all, that as the turbid turbulence subsides,
We all will stand together
Seeing new, clear-eyed.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 19, 2013


Visiting hour, King County Jail

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None of these restraints are what they seem:
Though we may feel the structure is
the walls and doors, the iron and the glass,
the heavy locks,
They only are projections of the barriers inside —
The layers upon layers of revoked permissions
set down since toddlerhood,
And the narrow mazes of propriety
inculcated through all our years of school,
Reared up here as final ultimatum:
Stay in the lines, or you will crash, hard, here.

But none of these structures
are what they seem.
Such a surprise to see the guards,
The sentinels of good-defined-by-evil,
Jealous keepers of prescribed morality
Receiving our sweet, wilting, proffered flowers
and stepping over
to our side.

The power of the truth within,
The still, small voice of liberty
Autopoiesis of each living thing
Must overcome these walls and set us free.
Yes, we will pray.
That’s where we must begin.
Against these odds
it is the only way to win.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2013


Arcturus and his sons

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There’s no gap
Between what I want
and what I’m given
Between what I need
and present heaven

There’s no desire
that would conspire
to turn me from my truth
For truth and my desire are ever one

There’s no part of me
that’s separate from who I am
No part that needs to be expunged or changed
The Principle in which I am designed
remains the same
Holding my life, like all the stars
exquisitely arranged.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2012


Light’s drawing

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Light draws me
I do not draw myself
These dark and awkward pencil jabs
don’t capture who I am

Light glides across
Illumines me
from any angle one might view
The lines I make are stuck upon a page
They can’t move with the day
so can’t be true

Light, draw me
clearly towards yourself
Be my life, my day, my song
I cast my foolish pencil down
to shine with you
where I belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2012


Another prayer of thanks

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Thank you, Life, for showing me
what it is to love
To feel that bright, igniting joy
at someone’s presence in my days
And with each flash of love
be brought to life

Thank you, Life, for showing me
what it is to be loved
To feel that luminescent circle
holding me
Embracing me in tender, warming glow

Thank you for the shimmer of awareness
that I can always love
and reap the richness of that blessing
all the time

Thank you for the sureness
that I am always loved
And I can rest there
Everywhere at home.

©Wendy Mulhern
12/12/12


Praying in the dark

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Spirit, light, today I need
some warming core
some inner seed
some steady, peaceful, self-contained assurance
that all is well within, that my endurance
won’t even be stretched thin by these dark days
that that which rises up within to sing your praise
will carry me in joy along whatever course you choose
will bubble forth and grow more strong
the more it’s used
so glowing with a warmth
that I can feel and also share
thus showing forth your presence
here and everywhere.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 3, 2012


Prayer for Now

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In the deepening clarity
of your light
A new conception dawns
upon my sight
My focus shifts —
a sharper definition —
A measure of the pressure lifts
and I feel richer

There is no mindless wave
No storm
to roil me in its sharp relentless flailing
There is no course that I must follow
leading through a time of pain and ailing

The now belongs to you
And so, as well, to me
It is my nature to express it fully
Your law is steady, true
My being — peaceful, pure and holy
And all of my perception
must feel this and conform
My times are yours
and it’s your love
that holds me hale and warm.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2012