Expressions Through Color: Poetry
Works by Sheryl Murphy-Manley
A Poem for Fall
The dawning of night revealed crevices
Crystal dew hung on limp blades of grass
taunting the earth’s thirst.
Sudden and sorrowful sighs exhaled
the soul’s weariness
while weary breaths sunk back into
the dusk of the abyss.
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It was a full year unexpected. . .
Twelve months gifted. . .
Did love unfold on each of those days,
Or did anger steal precious hours?
The breath of tomorrow rides on compassion,
But lingering fear drags humanity astray.
When kindness glides from fearful hands,
which children get pushed from grace's path?
Who declares the recipients of mercy?
From which shore is it announced?
From here, looking there?
Or from there, looking here?
What walls of isolation can separate souls?
What walls of insulation can steer God's love?
Imagined nations have closed their gates, and
Linguistic boundaries trap children outside.
But, God's cloak envelopes a circumference.
Our fog of preference is self-imposed.
Another year unexpected. . .
To try yet again. . .
To live. . . and
To love humanity.
The city's buried whispers
emerge on the wings of dance.
Unforeseen attractions magnetize memories
forcing joy to flatten all remnants of beauty.
Colorful tears scatter underfoot
dissolving into brilliant crystals that
shatter all myths of humanity as the
exhale through their last,
Passing through my life like a hurled stone---
Missing walls and chipping trees,
Gravity has no hold, despite clipped wings.
Turning upward, soaring above all there is
Into a quilted cloud of peace---
The arm that tossed me was kind after all.
May I land with grace,
With no fear of falling,
Confident in the union of stones and earth.
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