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LISTEN by Ruth Calder Murphy

There’s a voice in the darkness… And it’s mine...

This poem came out of darkness - the creeping realisation that I’m once again stranded in the cold gloom with all the old doubts and anxieties and the feeling that my voice, if it exists at all, is a weak and puny voice that has very little of value to say…

Yet, as I listened, the voice grew stronger and I started to pay attention to it - to my voice, opening like flowers and becoming powerful. A creative voice - a whole symphony of voices -  giving birth to wonder and beauty and, finally, to Me, Myself, again.

The darkness ebbs and flows and sometimes, when it comes rushing in,  it’s like the first time, all over again and I have to relearn lessons I thought I’d got the hang of years ago. The difference is that each time, the voice that teaches me becomes more familiar and I know, increasingly, that I can trust it.

I will listen and I will hear: My own voice, banishing the dark.
by Ruth Calder Murphy

There’s a voice in the darkness
and it’s mine.

A tiny voice,

murmuring wisdom and truth,

beautiful and bright

like just-before-dawn light

on the new-born babbling of a mountain stream,

freshly freed from the rocky dark
and all the epiphanies of the Dreaming

in its song.

it’s the song of sea and sky,

the song of knowing without knowing why

- the song with Stardust in its spirit

and Earth in its soul -
and in the gloom,

it's susurrating, murmuring, 
filling the void

and making me,



There’s a voice in the darkness

and it’s mine.

A voice outside of space and time,


outside of here and now
but absolutely now and absolutely here,

and I will listen,

and in the gradual dawning,

I will hear -
my own voice, 
rising with the early morning lark,

embracing possibility
and banishing the dark.
"Dispelling the Darkness" painting by the author 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author of two published novels, The Scream and The Everlasting Monday, several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. More of Ruth' Spiritual poetry can be found in her book, Spirit Song and the soon-to-be-released sequel, "River Song". 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, or on her writer's page on Facebook. All her books are available on Amazon, here.

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