Bright water rooms
of sleepy encounters
as ballads hidden in grasses
wonder and wait
Moving water as shadows
in love with morning light;
so far away, so close to perfection
within the celestial masterpiece
Voices speak with certainty
in the gardens where sunlight
is the wafer and the grail and
peace floats like a mist above the trees
As the wind dies down and all is still,
the river and the moon learn to pray
in mountains bright enough to hide the sun
in the timeless core of the visible world
Christina Murphy’s poems appear in a range of journals and anthologies, and her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology.
The Cabinet of Heed 