The Haven
I lift my eyes to a piece of
sky
Framed by the trees that I’m
walking through
Feeling a summer rain’s soft
kiss.
Morning has come and I think
of you
Still fast asleep in your
warm, safe bed.
Knowing you’ll smile when I
return,
Fix me a coffee and sit with
me,
I feel emotions begin to
churn.
I count my blessing and take
a breath
Of moisture filled morning,
take it deep
And listen as wind whispers
in my ear,
Secrets that called me up out
of sleep.
My soul wants to walk for a
little while
But I think of you and my
feet must turn,
Hurrying back through the
gentle rain,
Back to the haven for which I
yearn.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the
mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41
years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of
venues. Her proudest writing
accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was
later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature
in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a
transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her
passions.
Dear Pam,
ReplyDeleteA tender poem and so true. If you have the bliss of a safe, loving haven, you always want to return.
Best wishes,
Inge