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The Ruth Calder Murphy

 Although I was brought up as a Christian and have embraced my Christian heritage, I can't - and never want to - stop wondering and wandering!
There are so many questions - so many ideas to explore, so many perspectives on truth and beauty and so many places where they can be discovered. Jesus said, "Seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened to you."
I feel as though it is in the seeking - actually through the seeking and exploring, not at some potential destination - that it is possible to find a spiritual path. That the questions and the exploration and the path itself is where I should be, not at some place where I finally know all the answers.
 "The Wonderer" reflects this journey and also references the idea that death and resurrection, a core part of the Christian narrative, is a daily thing - in this case, the death of arrogance and certainty in one's own assumed answers and the dawn of new life in discovering truth and beauty wherever it might be found.
"Kate the Rainbow" by Ruth Calder Murphy

The Wonderer
This is the Wonderer’s way,
the Wanderer’s way,
the journey of a thousand questions,
each with a thousand more.
This is the Socrates way,
the way of undoing,
of stripping away.
This is the Solitude way,
the thunder of infinite questions
echoing silent in the eternal void.
This is the Discovery way,
the never-knowing,
always-asking way
that spins me in wild choreography
to the music of stars
and the rhythm of life.
This is the Dancing way,
the Living way,
the filled-with-wonder way.
This is the Come-to-the-End-and-Begin-Again way,
the way of death
and resurrection
every day.
"Kate on the Rooftop" by Ruth Calder Murphy

Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of one published novel, “The Scream,” several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website here, or on her Facebook page

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  1. Thank you for this deeply reflective poem, dear Ruth, where I found your presentation of a daily death and resurrection fascinating! I also loved the mood and imagery in these lines: " This is the Discovery way, the never-knowing, always-asking way that spins me in wild choreography to the music of stars and the rhythm of life." It paints such harmony between being open and inquisitive, and the nature of life itself. And of course, your paintings compliment it in a most lovely and vivid way that accentuates the dynamic movement of ideas in your poem. Thank you for another eventful contribution to this poetry community!


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