In the twilight coloring of the approaching night… On the rise of a park side tree she kneels in the light… A mother left alone with just a memorial… And a memory and a love and pictorial… Arranged with care at the base of this tree… …her Chelsea.
Thinking of Chelsea Murphy by Betsy Whitmarsh… Stop all the clocks By W. H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the […]
If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow and splash it with all the colors of God so that each new God’s morning your eyes would open first to hope and promise If I could, I’d wipe away your tears and hold you close forever in shalom but God never promised I could write […]
The tide recedes, but leaves behind Bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down but gentle warmth Still lingers on the ground The music stops & yet it lingers on In sweet refrain. For every joy that passes Something beautiful remains
When you see a horse running wild and free. Stomping and Snorting, being all he can be. I really hope you will think of me! Long hair flying in the breeze, the horse and me are one you see. I took a ride, it set me free. Then my God, swooped down, and rescued me. […]