Silver dragon I need to see your face
And feel your magic in this gloomy place
The wind is icy, rain has come and gone.
Winter is heavy in the rising dawn.
I need your power to pass through the day,
Your wings to lift me, carry me away.
Here, as the battle rages everywhere,
I search the heavens and pray I’ll find you there.
People still whisper after all these years
And words are arrows causing lonely tears.
I hope you’ll see me and you’ll take me in
And give me solace, sheltered deep within
Your shining armour. Give me back my smile.
It seems Life’s passage held me for a while
Then quickly faded leaving me behind.
Please, silver dragon, show me you are kind.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
A Prayer
Thank You Lord
Dear Lord, You placed a soul on earth
And through Your love you gave Jenn worth
As she lay in her mother’s arms.
Your plan revealed the baby’s charms.
But as time passed a shadow fell.
Your special soul became unwell
And shadows formed along her way
Until each day seemed cold and grey.
She learned of fighting off the pain
And sometimes felt an endless strain
Yet, with Your strength she fought it all.
Then we joined her and sent our call
In prayer to ask You intervene
And send some peace onto the scene.
We prayed she’d find what faith can give
Rest through the night, the will to live.
For all this time she’s carried on
Though sometimes wondering if the dawn
Would ever see her whole and free
To breathe, no pain and peacefully
To have the chance to live once more
With hope for what life has in store.
We thank You Lord as You bestow
Her brand new lungs a chance to grow.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
Dear Lord, You placed a soul on earth
And through Your love you gave Jenn worth
As she lay in her mother’s arms.
Your plan revealed the baby’s charms.
But as time passed a shadow fell.
Your special soul became unwell
And shadows formed along her way
Until each day seemed cold and grey.
She learned of fighting off the pain
And sometimes felt an endless strain
Yet, with Your strength she fought it all.
Then we joined her and sent our call
In prayer to ask You intervene
And send some peace onto the scene.
We prayed she’d find what faith can give
Rest through the night, the will to live.
For all this time she’s carried on
Though sometimes wondering if the dawn
Would ever see her whole and free
To breathe, no pain and peacefully
To have the chance to live once more
With hope for what life has in store.
We thank You Lord as You bestow
Her brand new lungs a chance to grow.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
My Soul Is There
They speak to me, the ocean and the moon,
In endless motion out beyond the dune.
I lie awake and ride their endless sound,
The thunder of the waves on solid ground.
My soul is there upon that restless sea.
I feel its chill and hear it sing to me,
The moon’s bright glow a path across its face.
I fight against it even as I race
Across the sand to find a hidden stone
That forms a resting place. I sit alone
Until the moon has crossed that endless sky,
Then drift to sleep within its lullaby.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
In endless motion out beyond the dune.
I lie awake and ride their endless sound,
The thunder of the waves on solid ground.
My soul is there upon that restless sea.
I feel its chill and hear it sing to me,
The moon’s bright glow a path across its face.
I fight against it even as I race
Across the sand to find a hidden stone
That forms a resting place. I sit alone
Until the moon has crossed that endless sky,
Then drift to sleep within its lullaby.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
September Storm
I feel the earth
Trembling
Against electricity
And watch it sip
The first rain
As thunder sings
Its Autumn march
Demanding summer
Move along.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Trembling
Against electricity
And watch it sip
The first rain
As thunder sings
Its Autumn march
Demanding summer
Move along.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Comment from PFT:
Hi Pam -
I was going to say I love "watch it sip the first rain," and I do. I reread a few times and it is really the entire poem that is remarkable, wrapped up in Pam Murray's inimitable style. It seems so simple, the way poetry should be, but it contains the thoughtful brush strokes of a fine painter.
love,
Kathy
A Valentine
Framed in sunset’s golden tones
Upon the sea in love’s embrace
He gazes deep into her eyes
And runs his hand across her face
Then murmurs of his oldest dream
Of love and home; two hearts as one.
She hears his love within his words
And feels the magic of the sun
That brought them to this place and time.
For them a new world has been found
And memory will hold this day
When they met on this sacred ground.
She never thought a valentine
Would hold her name and let her know
In this world someone just like this
Could cherish her and love her so.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
Upon the sea in love’s embrace
He gazes deep into her eyes
And runs his hand across her face
Then murmurs of his oldest dream
Of love and home; two hearts as one.
She hears his love within his words
And feels the magic of the sun
That brought them to this place and time.
For them a new world has been found
And memory will hold this day
When they met on this sacred ground.
She never thought a valentine
Would hold her name and let her know
In this world someone just like this
Could cherish her and love her so.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
Whales Passing
An echo of the ocean
Pulls me from my sleep,
An ancient conversation
Risen from the deep
Timeless consummation,
Giants filled with song
Magic of their rhythms
Carries me along.
I feel them pass with wonder,
Shadows in the sea,
Beyond imagination,
God’s treasured gift to me.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Pulls me from my sleep,
An ancient conversation
Risen from the deep
Timeless consummation,
Giants filled with song
Magic of their rhythms
Carries me along.
I feel them pass with wonder,
Shadows in the sea,
Beyond imagination,
God’s treasured gift to me.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
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