Feathers

I hold you as a frame,

as branches frame a far off scene,

as a path frames the woods,

showing the exquisite composition

of the view

and turkeys, browsing every day

along that path, frame the afternoon

I see feathers. They fall from the sky

or are found, in delicate perfection,

along a road, beside the lake.

I take them as signs.

I think of you every day.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 31, 2018

Last Ride of Summer

Scents of the moment —

buddleia and honeysuckle,

sense of the moment —

last wild strands of summer

whipping in the wind,

last mad reaching,

flinging themselves towards infinity

before the wefts of order

gather them and tuck them deftly in.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 30, 2018

At Dawn

Be not tormented —

you weren’t, after all,

any darker than the whole canvas,

any darker than the dark on dark

of stories about darkness

and rumors of a thing called light

sometimes dreamed, more felt than seen

And in that darkness,

no one prescription

is any better than any other,

however much prevailing topics

are wrongs of others, wrong on wrong

At dawn, it is revealed

none of these paths

are inaccessible to light,

none of those torments

have any staying power

They will lift

effortlessly as shadows,

we all will bask together in the sun.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 29, 2018

A Place for You

There is a place for you,

a gentle, easy place,

a place with no relation

to what or where you’ve been

There is a place where

you won’t even remember

what it was to worry,

what it was to wait to be accepted

All you thought you wanted

falls like sticks before a flood,

before the welling up

of your true unleashed desire

You can breathe it

and also drink it

and it takes you down

to the place that you’ve been longing for,

the place that has so long awaited you.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 28, 2018

Boundless Coziness

Sit with me

in the quiet circle of home,

let the outside drizzle

accentuate the warmth within

Join me virtually

if not in person,

for we all need

to feel companioned

And we all need

to feel the final welcome

that profoundly celebrates

how we are treasured,

the endless scope of where we are essential,

the boundless coziness of where we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 26, 2018

Into the Allness

Well, peace was one thing that I asked for,

and any one of those infinities would do —

peace, joy, belovedness,

unfolding in a holy purpose —

any of those, glimpsed here, and really grasped

delivers those who hold it to the Allness

But I confess, I didn’t get there that way.

The door I went through was grief, was storm,

and it wasn’t me holding on to anything,

it was something so much vaster holding me

So I was delivered

into the Allness

where all those infinities are fully given,

where they comprise the fiber of our being

with which Love weaves us

day by day by day.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 25, 2018

Childhood Longings

I called it a desire for magic,

and so it was — a thirst, a sense of

something missing, something

remembered from another world

You could call it an example

of how we are impelled

to plumb the depths of ourselves,

to find our power, our alignment,

to bring into our days

the essence of our nature,

just like any being,

just like any seed.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 24, 2018