Phero - The greek word which means "to bear". It is used in scripture in bearing light.
Specifically of the Morning Star, as the Light Bringer.

I am Emily Murphy, a wife and stay at home Mom of two precious boys. Jackson is three and Jonah has turned one. I am a self-taught photographer & poet. It simply amazes me that we can capture a moment in time through rays of light. I discovered my love for poetry in college by taking a writing class as an elective. I invite you to follow, comment, or simply glimpse through these areas of interest with me as I seek to grow and improve my muse over time.

Muse - A guiding spirit. A source of inspiration. A poet.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

A Triumphal Entry

A Reading for Palm Sunday

And so it was near Bethany
Upon the Olivet Mountain
Two pair of feet were sent
A colt to be found as they went

Four calloused hands untied -
A colt not one had yet to ride
It was just as He had spoken
It was just as He had said

‘Our LORD has need of it’ were the -
Five words to say when wowed
Mens cloaks upon the colt did lay
His throne clip clopped throughout the day

Downhill they walked with voices raised
Multitude of men set strong with praise
Jerusalem neared as they sang
Wet tears fell from their sitting King

He knew where this trotting led
Gethsemane nears ‘round the bend
The tears which damp the mountain soil
Foretell His bleeding in garden toil

‘Blessed is this coming King
Highest glory and peace!’ they sing
Pharisees rebuked and raised a nose
Yet, stones would've sung if no one was
                                      © Emily Murphy  - March 28, 2010

"And when He drew near and saw the city, He wept  over it saying, 'Would that you, even you,
 had known on this day the things that make fore peace! 
But now they are hidden from your eyes. 
From the reading of Luke 19: 28-42

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Boy Who Steps Into My Dripping Days

See earlier post entitled, A Dripping Day

Thursday, March 11, 2010

3 Boys & The Grandaddy Behind The Making

These days of little faces, stubby noses,
flushed pink cheeks, the pitter patter of two clumsy feet,
and tiny crumbs left just for me -
to wipe away at the end of the day
Will all be gone with a blink of an eye

And I'll wonder...
Where it went or how that time was spent

What I oft want to pass quickly
I know...Oh, how I know...
Just as sure as the moon sits above me now
Will be missed as deeply as the sea runs thick

And I'll want that time back
And that is just that...
For what I already want back,
Is right before me this very moment

So may we all take hold
Of what we hold dear

And to whatever it may be that we hold so dear 

May we hold it often and hold it well

(c) Emily Murphy - March 20, 2010

Monday, March 8, 2010

Training Wheels to High Heels

And so it is... she's here again,

Belly curves and the lower back bend

She laughs at the days to come...

She ponders these things in her heart

Knowing there'll be bumps along the way

With each and every passing day
                            she knows...

It will be training wheels

Before she knows it.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I Share A Wall

Have I told you I share a wall?
To my right and to my left
And with a neighbor to my back
I share three walls, to be exact

Have I told you these walls are thin,
And carry noises deep within?
It's these walls which are quite thin
That speak of transgressions well hidden

I grumble at a bang or bonk
I roll my eyes at a noisy song
I toss and turn the whole night long
I share a wall, three, very tall

Have I told you I hear sin?
Noises I wish had never been
Cries that should not be so
But I share a wall, three, very slim

Have I told you of my hate within?
The things I wish had never been
The words that cut the ones I love
But I share a wall, I share in sin

My neighbor may grumble at a bonk
Roll his eyes at a noisy song
Perhaps he's tossed all night long
We share a wall, three, that's all

It's these walls that teach me much
My judgment of rolling eyes and such
My failure to love the ones most dear
I share a wall, I share 'the fall'

Have I told you where I lean?
It's not on these walls in between
It's not on trying to fix up me
I share a need, much more than three

Have I told you I share a wall?
Have I told you how that's not all?

 © Emily Murphy - Reflections from White Rock

March 2, 2010