anne p murray

anne p murray Apr 2013

Perhaps…
You didn’t mean to mislead me
When you softly, quietly pressed your sweet, moistened lips to mine
Perhaps…
When you left your lightly scented kissed of licorice and lavender
Dancing on my heart in wispy, breathless winds
Just perhaps…
They were meant to tease and linger like chocolate in my strawberry dreams
And perhaps…
You didn’t mean to leave me in glistening, fragile tears
Now scattered like sweet petals of nature’s flowers
Blowing like diamonds in the elusive breeze ~
With my softened flesh and fragmented bones
Falling like lifeless feathers amidst the Universe and stars
Now…
I am but a twinkle in my own deep, slumbering eye
Traveling on gossamer arms of lords and angels
On evanescent empyrean wings…
In the skies of Heaven’s loving, welcoming embrace
Perhaps now...
You know how you broke my fragile heart

anne p murray Apr 2013

YOU NEVER KNEW THE WORDS

I am left with the shadows of your memories ~ the whispers of our past
In subtle shades of grey, they weave their silent song
in places where you no longer belong

The journal of our memories have yellowed with age
from tears that fell upon each page
A story created with a wilted love that ended all too soon
Our walk took a different turn on a craggy road
when you sold your soul to the world for nickels and dimes

Your love was a dying ember ~ never a burning fire
The words of passion you never knew ~ never learned
The taste of true devotion you could not embrace
leaving my heart so unsatisfied, so in need of truth
It left my spirit feeling like dried clay on the desert’s floor
with my weakened soul pulling down it’s shade
Forgotten - left alone…
like a feather fluttering aimlessly in the wind

anne p murray Apr 2013

Imperishable Union

I’ve never really learned the true art of talking with Him
So I wonder…
Does He judge me for so lacking in perfection?
I think not.
For Jesus is loving and merciful ~
He does not care if the words are exactly right
As long as they are from the heart – the soul
He understands the language of the poor in heart –
The language of the innocents –
His love encircles us with His tenderness
Sending His angels to carve their home in our hearts
They bandage our wounds, cloistering us from the cold
Helping us to rise like golden birds in silent wing
To be safely secreted away in Heaven’s cleft
Where our feet leave no prints- dancing like moonlite’ on water
As our hearts beat with perfection to the hymn of the eternal Songmaker
In the remote winds of Heaven’s corners
Our ragged feet will be left behind~
Our wings will sprout like golden hair
As we listen for His voice to release His Celestial wisdom
Breathing in His ancient truths- buried so deep in the whispers of light
Where life is golden, with no expiration date

— The End —