It was a time of sun and wind
and frog song,
and winter water on the land,
and color all the brighter
for the mostly muted season
Ravens overhead were unconcerned
who heard their family raucousness -
they, too, sent heart-lift,
joy of life and flight,
span of blue sky,
float of clouds,
rain-washed freshness of the day,
tokens of the hope that guides our way.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 8, 2023
Oh, Love, show me the way,
not just the broad, idealistic way,
not just the platitudes
Show me the myriad, immediate,
tiny water ways,
the present way to seep,
to move with love
in every aspect of my thought -
my first impression, my next conclusion,
my pre-perception outlook ...
How I take in and include
all the children of Your world,
all of the moments,
all the patterns that I name,
their dance and music
Show me the way
where service is the path of joy
and joy the path of service -
however slow or fast I go,
let me move with love.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2023
The water that came as rain
has seeped down from the hills
to settle in the grass,
ankle deep along the channels
where it seeks its way
towards even lower ground
Which made me think: Truth
is like a high water table,
right here, coming up through the grass
of our life's particularities,
not possible to overlook,
or to fear it doesn't cover
whatever needs it,
as it brings the depth of sky
to every situation -
effortless abundance.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2023
Nobody's taken a package home,
no one has grabbed it
to call their own,
nobody owns it and nobody lacks -No
good
but
One
And there's no measure for the infinite,
and there's no soul in which it doesn't fit -
the good we pull up in ourselves
flows without end -this is true for all of us
and everything that lives.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 4, 2023
Satisfaction - good work,
good time spent, good place,
rain coming after outside tasks were done,
rain-framed coziness
bestowing time to read,
gratitude felt all around the edges
of my attention,
less for all this beauty and comfort
than for the underpinnings which hold us safe
and guide us steadily
in the direction of our hope.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2023
Not to assert my will,
nor yet to leave it behind,
but rather
to let my will out like much long hair,
let it blend with the will of the wind
Let those two be subsumed in the will
that doesn't push, nor need to,
that holds all desires
in deftly woven harmony,
that opens out all impulse
and unites us
in one grand expression,
granting us the freedom of our dance.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2023
You dip your pen deep
into the knowing of things,
you write what's true,
and because of that,
those who read feel the pull,
through your words,
to something much vaster -
they remember
they have known this
and they still know it -
it is the Spirit
by which they are impelled,
it is the Principle
by which they move.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2023
