Accompanied

You can find that angels

are walking with you

as your feet step down

the gravel road,

and your heart suddenly fills

with satisfaction

because you’re good at what you’re doing,

because someone made you laugh,

because the air is full of grace

In so many ways

the fundamental fact of goodness

makes itself known to your soul.

You could call them angels

for how they translate truth

into a feeling you so deeply

desire and understand.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 13, 2019

Resting

We settle ourselves back

into our closer orbit,

we give ourselves permission

for a moment’s rest

It has been work, it has been growth,

it’s been excitement —

we were willing, we were driven,

we pushed ourselves beyond our edge

Now we return —

it may be just a very short pause

before resuming our stalwart pace —

for now we’ll take the time

to be still,

take time to drink

from the pool of grace.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 11, 2019

Angel

I sat still 

so I could

consider the angel —

that rift of my daily perception,

that tearing away

of the predetermined

course of things

(the slowly wilting fading picture

with all its hopes diminishing,

its outcome possibly horrific

or ultimately, in the best case,

sad)

The angel was like

a ripping of that scene in two,

revealing, where the picture was,

a vast expanse,

a light above the sun

I had to stop,

for everything is different,

have to watch

to see how I’ll be led.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 30, 2019

Gabriel

I saw the angel Gabriel today,

bright like fountain water,

clear as the quench of thirst,

soft as redemption

I remembered 

(for Gabriel has come to me before)

how sure it is that afterwards

the promise of the moment

exquisitely unfolds

So, too, this time, in my sweet family,

let it be so —

let that pure presence

permeate us wholly,

let us be filled

and let us be delivered

to our promised native harmony.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 11, 2017