Archive Selection--By Pam Murray--Canada--Originally Published--July 19, 2015

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.