Time to stop talking about it.
Time to wait for the understanding
to catch up to my words,
Time to think about it . . .
Time to stop thinking about it.
Time to move, with my hands,
into the thick of it,
Time to walk into the air
and engage with each breath,
Time to interact,
Time to be this truth,
Time to heal.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2014
It’s not what I look like
but how I see
that makes me shine,
that makes me me
It’s not what I know
but how I hear
that makes my course of action clear
If I go out without a pre-made script,
free of opinions,
I can be equipped
with emptiness that’s able to receive
whatever cries for gathering,
whatever needs
to rest and grow, and to be seen,
and bring its latent gifts
to vibrant being
Not how I see myself
but what I give
will feed my spirit
and make me live.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2014
Sacrifices and offering hast thou not required,
but a body hast thou given me
Lo, I come —
Here I am,
delivered, finally
to this purpose
of living love
For which I’ll need
all the ever present angels
to ride with me,
to guide me,
to let me know
in a way that I can feel it
that I am loved,
that I am not alone
But even if I were alone,
this path is too compelling
to abandon —
My strides bear me upward
to new vistas.
I start to remember flying.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2014
Photo by Heather Mulhern
Flying down the warp of life
past the constant shuttle
of many colored wefts,
there is no one of them
you can take with you —
Nothing that you swiftly cross
can satisfy you
in your speeding course
Take satisfaction
in the silken strength
wherewith you are designed
and in the splendid order
of the loom
and in the dance that opens ways
to make room
for endless looping brightness
And feel yourself enfolded in the colors,
each one reliant on your clear integrity
that doesn’t waver in its steady place
within the cosmic frame
that holds your life.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2014
I cherish your
early morning smile,
rare as days when we can wake
to sunbeams,
hope-igniting as robin song.
We blink and face each other
and fill with light
We are here
and though chains of the day
await your donning,
we can almost see
the way they must dissolve,
We can almost taste the freedom
to live into that smile,
to let it lead us through the hours
released, at peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2014
There is a time
when the goal comes into view —
When you first see it
it may be blurry
like the moon through clouds
but it will insist
And though you may resist
by picking up whatever else
had ever held your interest,
You will drop them
or they will fall away
because they lack the light
to capture your attention,
You will look up from them
and the goal will shine
That’s when you’re ready
to bring everything —
all your dedication, your humility,
your earnest perseverance,
your steady work,
your insight
and your eager readiness
to be forever sparked,
because this is your course
and you will run it.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2014
Oh, this life!
One thing I know —
Every separate thing
will come together
in some unimaginable arc.
Everything that seems so
out of whack
will still come round again,
in countless iterations, subtle shiftings,
till it turns out to be
the essential linchpin
of some delicious dimension
we’d never known before,
opening our sights,
vastly multiplying
the realms wherein we fly.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2014
You’re on the path, she said.
That proves that you will meet your goal
As surely as the bike path goes
along the water, from Oak Bluffs
to Edgartown. You can be certain,
as soon as you have turned that corner
(past the town and the wide green park)
that you will get there
For that’s the strength
of your intention
and your work will deliver you,
steady as pedals,
sure as the asphalt trail
to where it’s clear
you want to go.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2014
The infinite canvas awaits!
The palette of thought,
the waves of color and connection,
the currents of harmony —
All we have desired
more deeply than we dared to dream
is ours
to create
in this field of time and space
with this impulse of Spirit
So we are designed
to bring all possibility
into being,
to know the fullness
of this moment by moment
dance
of all art,
of all music,
of all life.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2014
It was something about trees —
the commitment, the certainty of their limbs
and the wholehearted way
they offer themselves
to the wind
It was something about laughter . . .
Trees can laugh
in the full-throated voice of storms
and in the head-tossing
clearing of the sky
There is a dance
of everything that’s free —
They dance as one
because they can,
because they all agree
that this time
is worth their presence
and this joining
serves their essence,
and they can be
deeply grounded
and also fly.
They’re here for something —
This dance is why.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2014