Some Dream

This could be one dream,

could be another

(as I awoke this morning

after saying “would you like a spoon?”)

—a setting, and some people,

and the day to day familiarity

of being — nothing high stakes,

nothing too emotional,

just the exchange of words

and the exchange of gifts

A place I put myself

no more or less

than putting myself here —

in this afternoon 

of wind and trees and rest

and taking in what’s given,

taking it, and calling it what’s here.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 31, 2019

Victory

There is victory

in finding a way to work,

finding a way to work together —

the rhythm, the banter,

the settling in to tasks

that take two hands, and three,

and sometimes four

There is victory

when ways to get things done

open up, and what seemed impossible

becomes a set of steps that we can do,

getting better at them

as we go,

gaining in the strength to see things through.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 30, 2019

Possessing the Land

I will go up and possess this land,

I will not worry,

I will not be made to feel

like we are grasshoppers,

easy to crush by forces fierce and daunting

What I may be

in my own esteem

has no bearing at all

on prospects of success

The key is that I reckon

the source and will 

that moves me

even as it moves everything

The key is that I go forth,

trusting and eager,

taking the steps with confidence

that, as long as I move forward,

I will be guided.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 29, 2019

Words of the Prayer

I keep coming back to the words,

they keep reminding me,

they rise in thought

inviting me to take their meaning,

inviting me to stop everything

and go down deep

and let myself be fully realigned

The words keep coming back to me

like glimpses of beauty

and the sudden concentration of freshness

in the air — from what? from wind,

from sun? From the sweet breath

of trees and grass?

They come to me

like looking up and being amazed,

like seeing something that is always there

but now insists that I notice.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 28, 2019

Our Days

These are our days,

this is what we’re doing —

there isn’t more

than the work at hand

and the strength that meets it

and the patience of

one task in front of the next,

taking the steps available

These are our days,

this is what we’re doing

as swallows dart around the site

and sun and clouds take turns

and the grass has grown silver tips

that sheen with shifting winds

and the garden is growing

much slower than our eager observation,

slow as our work

which will progress anyway,

in its own time.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 26, 2019

Glory and Strength

“give unto the Lord glory and strength”

It is rightfully called glory,

this internal exaltation,

this joy, this calm,

this shining out of

what I now experience as me

and know I don’t create it

Strength, as well, can truly be called given,

when I know this power

(which doesn’t come from me)

keeps welling infinitely,

supports me without end,

defines me as I use it

not to some grand end

that I have conjured up

but in the bright being

of eternal Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 25, 2019

Cause and Effect

I let myself tune in to

the stillness inherent

in being everywhere,

the power inherent

in being all that is,

the fullness of the satisfaction

of having nothing but the All

be my powering source,

be my cause, be my information,

be my identity,

be my reward

I’m ushered into

the potent hush

that can be anywhere

with no trajectory,

in which I wait

forever, but with no delay,

no hesitation, no lurch, no pause,

and live the sweet unfolding

of Life’s eternal law.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 24, 2019