Category Archives: Poem

By Betsy Whitmarsh – Thinking of Chelsea Murphy

Thinking of Chelsea Murphy by Betsy Whitmarsh…

Stop all the clocks
By W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message [S]he Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
[S]he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Today, for the first time, I can feel that insatiable tug of life, pulling us forward, into the future, and away from you.

I want to stop the clocks and just rest here with you for awhile.

I know that we are, all of us, transformed, by you. By the gift of your presence in our lives.

And now, we must find a way to carry your heart in our hearts, if we are to survive with our futures intact and whole.

But it’s so hard, honey. Because I’m more than a little bitter. And angry. And drowning in these tears. I want to ring the bell and break the damned thing all at the same time.

I know. Chicken, egg. Caterpillar, butterfly. Got it, Babe. Chin up. Keep smiling. I will. Just like you. For you.
Miss you. Love you. Wish you were here.

I’d Write A Rainbow: From Dr. Jeff London, Pastor of John Knox Presbyterian, by Ann Weems

If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow

and splash it with all the colors of God

so that each new God’s morning

your eyes would open first to hope and promise

If I could, I’d wipe away your tears

and hold you close forever in shalom

but God never promised I could write a rainbow

never promised I could suffer for you

only promised I could love you

That I do.


Sent to Kari Murphy upon the loss of her beloved daughter, Chelsea Rose Murphy.  A poem by Ann Weems, written into a card from Dr. Jeff London, John Knox Presbyterian of Tulsa, Ok.

Ride High Little Angel by Charlotte Murphy: A Message From Chelsea

When you see a horse running wild and free.
Stomping and Snorting, being all he can be.
I really hope you will think of me!
Long hair flying in the breeze, the horse and me are one you see.

I took a ride, it set me free.
Then my God, swooped down, and rescued me.
He whispered as he spoke to me.

I never left you my child, I was here.
I’ve heard your prayers, I know your fears.
I will take away your tears.
You are a Christian and with me, you will be.
In my Heaven my eternity.

Dad, Mom, Josh and Maddy & family.
Loved to make you smile, laugh and play.
All of you gave me my happiest days.
I cherish all our memories with that I won’t part.
Memories etched forever in my heart.
As a child you taught me how to pray, to know a God who is with me today.

I learned the best things in life, love, kindness, forgiveness from my Mom and Dad.
Thank you for showing God to me.
In my heart he will ever be.

I LOVE You more than you will ever know,
In you my spirit will forever flow,
The best parents a girl could know.

Josh and Maddy, I love you so.
In your hearts, I know you know.
Live life to your fullest, smile and think of me.
In your hearts there I will always be.

Pray to God, in his grace you’ll see.
Peace like a river, he rescued me.
Know with him I will forever be.
Lift up your heads, rejoice and sing with me.
In Gods kingdom is peace you see.

I took a ride it set me free,
Forever in my Saviors, arms I’ll be.
Thank you Lord for blessing me,
with the greatest FAMILY.