We Call it Home

We call it home —

many other beings

call it home, too —

we find our place,

we make our peace,

we settle in

and start to know our neighbors

We make it home —

many other beings

make it home, too —

we make our place,

we find our peace,

we all are here

in concert with each other

We find it fine —

many other beings

find it fine, too —

we make our place,

we call our peace,

here in the verb

of work and living

the beaded strand of jeweled days.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 7, 2019

Everything

Everything comes when we need it —

help, visitors, time on our own,

and someday we may learn to trust

the Principle which brings this all in line

Someday we may understand

that what is given

is not the things that meet our needs,

but our identity, our heritage

as ones who are provided for

with richness and bright whimsey,

with thoughtfulness and boundless generosity —

given this place in Mind where

we sing and delight and are loved and delighted in,

just like everything is.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 22, 2019

Strategies

I consider that each of us

knows what to do,

needs but the silence

of not being told,

needs but the trust

that when given the agency

we will acquit ourselves well

I think of the impulse

of tit for tat,

how it seems so hard

to remember

that only in choosing

to not bat back

have we any real chance 

for release

And so I invite us to pause,

just let go of the need to do anything,

and welcome the touch of the centering stillness

that brings us together again.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 11, 2019

Harbor Song

Mystic harbor, grey on grey,

the breath of peace descending,

rainfall, nightfall, come what may,

the buoy clangs unending —

this, too, could be your song

Beyond the thought of what to say

or how the mood is trending,

the quietude can find its way

to meet your heart ascending —

you, too, belong.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 30, 2019

Harmonic

The sand won’t fail to ripple

in the pattern of the light,

in the pattern of the waves,

in the pattern of the wind and tides

The harmony of light and shadow,

ebb and flow, advance, receding,

holds each grain of sand

here where your toes, delighted,

find them

So it is with what we call our lives —

nothing puts it into place,

nothing holds it there

except the truth that permeates our days,

harmonic waves of blessed, light-touched life.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 30, 2018

Life Flow

In all the things we think we know,

so many things we don’t —

a city in a frond of fern, a universe,

the vast unfolding vibrance 

in the corridors between the cells,

all the exuberance that life can send

coursing through those unseen channels

In these two turkey hens

ambling among the ferns,

nonchalantly snapping up the bugs,

chirping conversationally as they step —

perhaps two nebulae

grandly moving through the depths of space

They all — we all — are orchestrated

in the unceasing law of Life’s eternal joy,

our movement so much deeper than will or whim,

held by its breathing through us all.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 16, 2018

Where we find each other

We will meet in the place

where nobody can be wrong,

where the luminosity of everything,

in night or day,

in solitude or chorus,

silences all empty, righteous chatter

and we blend, in the knowing

of the whole, holy, wondrous order

that liberates each searching tendril

and synchronizes every heart.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 8, 2018

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