Pamzblog: December 2011

Out On The Sand

OUT ON THE SAND

Dancing in the sun we'll go

To play out on the sand.
You are only three years old
But, as you take my hand,

The wonder you will see today

Will open up my eyes
As we collect the shells and stones
And laugh at sea gull cries.

We'll step into the salty foam

That washes all the shore.
I'll be a child again with you
As we go and explore.

You'll point out all the sailboats

As we share a repast.
But, just like every other child
Your quiet mood won't last.

We'll find the little tide pools where

The tiny fishes swim.
We'll laugh and play the day away
Until the skies grow dim.

Then you will lay your tired head

Upon my should when
We walk back home and dream about
That seascape once again.

I pulled this out of an old binder. It was quite a surprise to me because this summer my husband and I spent a lot of time at the beach with our grandson who was born in 2006. This so describes what it was like. He loves the beach and he and I would sit making sand castles for hours, digging for dinosaur bones (actually sticks), find shells and all the things that little boys so love. The picture I had in my mind when I wrote this poem is so clear and so similar it is prophetic.

With Wolves

Walking through the forest with the wolves
Hunting is completed for the day
Silently we move amongst the trees,
Ghosts, the barest hint of passing grey.

Now is not the time for howling song.

Now is time to find a resting place
Renewing bonds within our family
The sun climbs as we fade without a trace

Free from nightly calling of the moon,

Bellies full and ready for our sleep.
Silently we slip into the trees.
Beyond the place where rivers run most deep.

Memorial

You’re gone, leaving this empty place
Those smiling eyes have left their trace.
Confused I stand outside this room
As evening brings its hints of gloom

And feel your laughter start to fade.

I wonder now at memories made.
Will they be strong enough to be
The strength that you once gave to me?

Will I get past those strangers’ eyes

That fill with tears? Will summer skies
Stop reminding me you’re gone
Though dreams of you might linger on?

We’ve been together all these years

But, as your essence disappears
I see the path we walked along
And hear an echo of your song.

NOTE: I watched Jack Layton’s widow speaking after his funeral and this came to mind.

Going Home

Weary to the bone I lie;
Beyond the window waits the sky
Until I exit with aplomb.
My life is done. I’m going home.

In peace I’ll let my spirit be
A part of every living tree,
The moisture in surrounding land,
The whispered dreams held in my hand.

Upon the sunlight I will dance,
For every hour of day enhance
The wonder of the earth I’ve known,
A part of every seed and stone.

I’ll hold the secrets of the bear
And all God’s hunters everywhere.
Through mountain waters I will flow
Refreshing new life as I go.

I’ll have no weight to burden earth;
No fear of shadows, no rebirth

© 2010 Pam H. Murray

Hidden Audience

I see you watching dancers

Your eyes light up. You fly
No longer in your wheelchair,
A comet in the sky.

You’re wrapped within the magic

Though your body cannot move
Your spirit’s flowing freely
Through each nuance, every move.

I watch you from the sidelines

And I am dancing too
On the strength of transformation
As my heartbeats fly with you.

Forever's Lullaby

Through the trees, mysterious trees,

The birds of morning sing to me
And all the shadow passers by
Like dust motes when the sun is high

Are woven through the cloth of time,
Cascading patterns, Life’s pure rhyme.
The random threads that we two made
Throughout the years won’t seem to fade.

They still awake me with the sun

Dancing

Dancing with shadow and sunlight

Sheltered beneath the trees
I’m carried back to childhood
Dancing with memories.

My soul erupts in motion
Waltzing through all the years
That built upon the framework
Of Life’s laughter and tears.

Sometimes the footsteps taken,

Intricate, cross the stage
Leading me through a story,
Sometimes an empty page

Finds me as still as morning
Before the dancer awakes.
Just with the day’s first promise
I rise and that’s all it takes

To give me the glorious movement
Choreographed in the soul
Ascending beyond the shadows
Pure and beyond control.

Dave The Wind

Tonight I felt Dave touch my cheek,
The second time he did this week,
Then shake the leaves above my head
As if confirming what he said

Though it was quite unknown to me
Just what his whispered words could be.
Still I could feel his passing by
And hear the longing in his sigh,

Just spending time with him felt good

Sunday, 18 December 2011