Somewhere in between the printed words
I find myself in the velvet place
where secrets are imparted
as quietly as dew lifting
And the awareness
spreads like color
across sun-brightened fields
and joy —
like the spring trilling
of many tiny birds
So these are the promises
and this is how they are fulfilled —
in the soft silence
of becoming new.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2015
Rejoice,
for your place in Life,
so particular, so vast,
is eternally established:
Who you are,
as singular as your name,
is braided in,
inextricably,
to the epic song
of elemental harmony
You are known,
You are needed,
and your words and actions
will always
bring forth their intended fruits.
Rejoice,
for your names are written in heaven.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2015
Look how perfectly
(though inadvertently)
the scene has now been set:
The gaudy lights and cynically
commercialized tunes
finally driving all light
out of the celebration,
with Christ’s name now so fast affixed
to vengeful, hateful opposites
and the supported pastimes of the season
so bereft of any sense of hope
We have achieved the ultimate:
a night dark enough
for it to really matter
that truth still breaks clear,
that the inevitable dawn
of that which always draws us close,
tenderly washes us as we approach,
till we’re delivered pure
to where we’ve always been
but didn’t know,
where we are dearly loved
by our eternal Source.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2014
Each day I live
is as dependent
on my activity
as is a fountain’s form,
whose dancing plumes
are only seen
so long as it keeps flowing
No grand success of yesterday
saves me from today,
no revelation
releases me from this day’s need
for my salvation
I fail, I fail each day
until I seek my source
which, rising up through me
along its natural course
achieves with ease
what I could not, by will or force,
comprising me for now and ever more.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2014
You are not held hostage
to the god of blight,
the god of dread and loneliness,
the one who says you are unworthy
When you are set free
There’s one imperative:
Don’t bow down to any law but good
Your goodness
and the blessedness of everything
is the one thing to hold to —
That will make you feel
cozy in the darkness
and golden in the light,
impervious to all incursions
on your inner fire,
inspired by the steadiness
of Life’s care.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2014
“none might buy or sell, save they that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name”
In this time of
the mark of the beast
we find hope
in the brightening
of simultaneous paths
appearing under our feet
and guiding us in ways
where none of us is marred
by trademarks, brands,
where we can see each other
not as types, but whole,
unique in what propels us
and the arcs of our circles,
unpredicted and surprising
in each moment
of the steady sweet exchange
that fills our souls.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2014
In the growing, in the harvest,
in the winnowing,
love is the only tool
Life’s circles, and life’s cycles
are respected —
the small rain on the tender herb,
the showers on the grass,
the tares and wheat, side by side
before the harvest,
letting life flow up
from sprout to blade,
from stalk to seed —
All things that are alive
are sheltered, hallowed.
In the time of harvest,
when the seed is finished
and the stalk is done
and the casings have performed
their vital work,
When everything except the seed
grows dry,
Then comes the winnowing
when chaff is blown away,
while all those life-kernels,
protected and aided till they reached fruition,
remain —
Love’s masterwork:
encapsulated power of life
to rise again.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2014
The storyteller said
that we were programmed to be slaves,
to look, for our direction,
to a god outside ourselves,
to do, at that god’s bidding,
things we wouldn’t want —
to pull out gold and leave our land crying,
and fail to see our web of oneness dying
The story offered us a key —
We could heal ourselves,
and our world, by knowing
There is no god outside
the elemental harmony,
no purpose separate
from our eternal flowing
And suddenly
We could hold the whole world
with one hand —
all the grand order spreading out
from that nexus
of understanding
we’re not outside the touchpoint of control —
This God within
is our center, and our whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2014