The Storm (Written Jan 27 2010)

As fog curls into evergreens
And seawind touches shore
I listen to its angry chant
And hear the trees implore

Its mercy with their creaking boughs.
Its answer is a crack
Of severed limb on rocks below
As a great fir breaks its back

And tiny creatures scurrying
To find a better place.
The storm grows bold as night arrives
To hide its angry face.

A thousand years of Nature’s work
Are gone when morning comes.
At last the peace beyond the storm
Has silenced last night’s drums.

© 2010  Pam H. Murray

(Note:  This is about the hurricane that hit Stanley Park in Vancouver British Columbia)

Bitterness (Written Dec 27, 2009)

The echoes have awakened
Whispered words to wound the soul.
Weary feet outrun them
As I fight off their control.
 
Again sleep is illusive
As I stare into the dark.
I’m searching for the home fires,
But my world has lost its spark.
 
Flashbacks almost flicker
In the corner of my eye
Then fade into the dimness
Of a frozen winter sky.
 
I call but there’s no answer
And it’s really been too long
To reincarnate what I’ve lost
Bitterness has grown too strong.
 
© 2009  Pam H. Murray

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

One Smile

(I recently read a novel “The Book of Negros” and a picture of an elderly black woman dressed for church, complete with hat, reminded me of the heroin.  She was just entering puberty when she was stolen from her village and brought to America as a slave.  From her story I got this poem).   

One Smile

Yes, she’s a lady, a visible queen
Living in poverty
Giving her life to those around her
Praying one day they’ll be free

Free of the hunger, free to be children
Free to be fathers too;
Fathers who can provide for the families
As fathers are meant to do.

She prays for the mothers along the road
Who carry the sick and poor
Out to the missions hoping for mercy
Knocking on door after door.

She dreams of the people so far away
Who call to people well fed.
Down in the town square she speaks to us all
Stating we could be there instead.

Please open your eyes to a world that is hurting
And children alone in the dark.
One simple thought builds a bridge with all others;
One smile could be the spark,.

© 2012  Pam H. Murray