From the hammock, this afternoon

 

The trees took my thoughts,
spun them up through the lights in their branches,
sent back an illustration
that clarified everything

In that way, it was a conversation -
what they told me, what I told them.
Between us, there was much uplift,
in gesture and perspective,
depth of dimension, colors, light,
exaltation in what, together,
we came to understand.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2020

By lamplight and by moonlight

 

By lamplight and moonlight,
cricket undulations coming to the fore,
we settle into day's end, sit on the porch
for just a little more

Cooked from the high arc of the day,
cooled by darkening evening,
we feel the equanimity
from work and well earned rest

There's more to do tomorrow,
there's a night's sleep to slide into -
cushion for the coming day,
so little time to find a rhyme
before I slip away.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2020

Juices

 

My friends of the Spirit -
we are called to celebrate,
from different sides of the country,
from different sides of the veil

It doesn't matter where or when
we are -.this celebration
is of the gifts we bring,
juices gathered and concentrated down
by our experience,
truth we learn at first as image,
wrought out solid through our practice

I can feel close to you -
I can recognize the flavor
of your contribution -
scent of berry, spice, and honey
laces freshest air.
We don't need to talk to share the blessing -
I feel it on the wind that you are there.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2020

Forgive Me

 

Forgive me, for I went far too long
without noticing your magnificence.
It's an affront to your creator,
failing to see
the grand capacity of your imagination,
the worlds you can construct,
the life force you contain,
and the great colors
of your joy, your love, your hope

These are not things to be dismissed,
to be eclipsed
by some petty requirement my will suggested.
These are things to open out my views,
to rejoice over,
to teach me of the dear design of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2020

To stand before the king

 

Let me be nourished, these years,
by the pure essence
of what I am,
as it rises, churning forth light,
to meet what calls it,
as it answers with its own self
the summons to expand,
to venture forth like stars
in a young universe,
to feed itself with acts of blessing
it is called to give,
to feel itself becoming, more and more,
the very heart of all it has desired

In that way, after three years,
let me stand before the king,
for any king will see
this light outshines
any standards of the world,
this light is true -
true, always, to its source.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2020

Falling

 

"Not one sparrow shall fall to the ground without your Father "

And so it is with falling,
with weather and with cadence
with things we see and cease to see,
windfall, rainfall, nightfall,
and things we hear - the sound of words,
rhythm of talk, of footfall

Nothing falls alone,
and everything is met
in the unknown place of falling
where no one can see it -
the story drops from view
but hasn't ended,
the needs of each one there
tenderly tended.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2020

Supreme Wisdom

 

Supreme wisdom bubbles with mirth.
There's nothing ponderous about it.
It takes the measure of every living thing,
and nothing is found wanting.
Every being is so delightful,
so spot on perfect, so ingenious
in how it's made, supreme wisdom
can't help but laugh
in sheer appreciation

In my quest for wisdom, let me feel
the lightness of the light -
light-hearted and heart-lighted,
a gravitas with an enduring twinkle,
and space for everyone,
and time to see them.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2020