Author: Devlin Murphy

Sometimes

some ways

some days

answers

come

path

clears

hope

blooms

starting over

found a

space

found a

purpose

waiting

on the

dream

the Universe

will provide

ride the

tide

be brave,

it’s time…

Wishing upon

a star

Wondering

where you

are…

Moon guiding

the path

back to

self.

Tears cleansing

the wounds~

windows open

where doors

closed

back to where

I belong~

wishing on

a star,

dancing

with the

harvest moon…

 

Heart beats

to its own

staccato beat

Mind dreams

to its own

eclectic dreams

Soul speaks

to its own

inner voice

Self wonders

to its own

wondrous self…

Sunshine

through

storms

laughter

through

tears

growth

through

heartache

life

through

blood

the rising

the setting

storms

through

sunshine~

Rest

dear ones

lay down

your head

and dream of

bright tomorrows

Rest

before your

miles to roam

Rest

until the

journey

takes you

home…

Wishing on the moon

to turn the tides

Waking to a dream

that fades away

Ancient songs

calling the soul

home…

dreaming~

Ancient roads

calling me

home…

old friends

new friends

embracing

change

longing for

my tribe,

back in

their arms.

lessons learned

insights gained

adventures had

stories to tell~

picking up

my pen

again

the adventures

never end

traveling…

 

two doors

not the

same

memories

turning

corners

A Journey

begins

does it

ever end?

spirits float

like stardust

firefly’s

lighting

the way

let’s be franc

find your

shamrock~

Aye,

I will…

I will be on a journey.

I will be writing~

My next post will be on 7/31/22

Slainte…

Adieu

for now…

At  17 I took the oath.

I would kill and die

for the Stars and Stripes…

I got an education

Became an educator

raised my children

believing still in the Stars and Stripes.

What it represented

What it waved for…

In my lifetime I watched

the fight for equality grow,

expand and crumble before

my eyes.

For gender, race, religion and

love…

I watched a man die by a knee~

I heard about a woman killed

in her bed~

Innocents slaughtered by

weapons of war~

E.R.A. rotting away.

Crimes of hate

and then

Roe v. Wade.

Disbelief

Shock

Grief

I Weep

for never again can I believe

in the promise that was

a lie…

While we WERE sleeping

the belief died..

.

Rainbows flow

rain goes

days blend

night reigns

sunrise begin

again

journey’s

of memories

journey’s

to come

days of

pain

days of

joy

time churns

body yearns

growing older

growing bolder

roads taken

paths waiting…