Tag Archives: redemption

Bring me home

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Bring me home  –
I am willing to come contrite,
I am willing to come silly,
I am willing to be seen as I am,
however long I have resisted it

Bring me home  –
I am willing to be cleansed
as I go, to let these crusted edges
fall away. I’m tired of pretending
that I know stuff,
I am willing to be led by the hand

It’s been a long time in this hamster wheel,
driven by illusions of progress
and falling behind –
I’m ready  to be done with time,
to have all of its structures
proved to be nothing –
no huge monstrosity
needing to be corrected,
no pit we can’t dig ourselves out of

I’m willing to be part
of the great awakening,
eager for you to bring me home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12,  2021

Sonnet for these times

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You don’t need to be
told again you’re wrong  –
the world’s benightedness
is not your fault.
Once more you see yourself
with muddied hands,
you feel the agony come rushing forth

The rancid shadow falls on you again,
you feel the pain, the guilt, the sorrow  –
you have tried hard,
but found you couldn’t shrug it –
it’s cast throughout your past,
it shrouds tomorrow

A taste of your deep innocence
empowers you,
incites your inner rebel
to make the change  –
it stands up for a deeper, blameless truth,
ignites the fire from which you’ll rise again.

You’ll listen as you take each step, and then
the earth will rise with you and be your friend.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 21,  2021

Baptism of repentance

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I was wrong for so long,
wedged tightly in the certainty
that I was right,
convinced by all the evidence
and all the arguments I made
inside my head

I was wrong for so long,
it takes some decompression
ro come out, it takes some silence,
it takes some tears,
it takes some awe, for this is not
the flipping of a coin,
this is abandoning the coin
and all its systems

This is seeing that I do not pay
by being punished,
but by giving myself fully
to the effort to see truly
and to let no condemnation
contaminate my thought

This is seeing that I pay
with my whole being,
endlessly, and purely, and with gratitude.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2021

Morning Walk

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I could feel the rush of tears
behind the smoke, behind the fog,
a smell of sea breeze
providing salt

I wanted them to wash
all the stories down like sand,
to cut through to the place
where pebbles gathered

I wanted us all to have the chance
to start over again,
to bring our regrets to where
we could safely lay them down,
and finally to look clear-eyed upon each other
without fear, without judgment, without masks.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2020


Gentle Them

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They wanted to be washed clean.
They didn’t want to be the person
they now saw themselves as,
they wanted to take back their choices,
wanted to identify
with the other side,
wanted to be able to come back in,
didn’t know how

And so you had to go to them,
your hand stretched out,
you had to go and wash their feet,
you had to gentle them
one by one,
leave the door open,
wait to see when they’d come in.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2020

A Way Out

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I’m thinking that
we’re not getting out of this
the way we got in –
reaching blindly for
who we thought were leaders,
more and more divided
by who we trust to tell the truth

There certainly is a role
for the long road,
the honest bumping
along all the facts on the ground,
there is a role for perseverance
and for knowing something as it really feels
day by day

But there’s also a role for rising,
where consciousness sifts through the tales
and finds a resolution
in the place that hums
with the life that is never divided
nor invaded, nor conquered,
where norms dissolve
but truth and love remain.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3,.2020

Comfort against the Wrath of Last Days

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You may remember
words about divine wrath –
you may have trembled,
and you may wonder
at the troubling signs
of these emergent times

Wrath”s image, and its roaring fury,
express the power
to take down everything,
to burn up everything
that it opposes – not surprising, then,
that earth should tremble

Fear not, dear earth.
There’s no wrath here. Wrath kindles
when it sees something that opposes it.
But nothing can oppose the All,
and nothing stands
outside the Allness

Fear not, dear souls.
Nothing that is real
can be consumed.
And you are real,
for you are here,
and since you’re here,
you are beloved.
And since you’re loved,
you will stand pure,
untouched by anything that seems to fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2020

Tiny and Huge

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There may be signs in heaven
and there may be signs in the earth,
and in the end all the little things
that people thought should blow over,
that people told themselves and others
shouldn’t matter
will turn out to have weighed
a great deal,
shaped the bends and twists
of a life,
a way of holding oneself,
a way of talking,

and these tiny huge things
will be brought up for consideration,
these tiny huge things
will be healed.
There will be forgiveness,
there probably will be tears

And there will be
a new lightness
about the shoulders,
a new softness
about the eyes

All the predicted signs
will turn out not to matter,
but these tiny and huge redemptions will.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2020

Cleanse

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We may look and find the place
where fear was painted
up in the mauve underside of your scales,
making your protection prickle,
making you uneasy underneath

We will hold you so gently
as we rinse you clean,
all of that pigment
making it take a long time
till the water runs clear

You will feel it then,
the knitting together — yourself
with yourself, the relief
of the new clean place,
the integration, now that there is no foreign substance,
the power rallying within

You can rest now
and let yourself absorb
what it is to be fully you.
You’ll reach out open
to make the true connection,
the flash through you
and us
that lights the land.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2020

Altar

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I lay the broken pieces on the altar
that they might be knit together by light,
that it might bathe them and envelope them
and be all the space between them
till no space is left unfilled
and they will be full,
and their former gaps will now be
the most precious of their substance,
and their former shards
will be cherished reminders
of what I hoped for long ago,
and that, in the light,
nothing is lost.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2019