Friday, February 11, 2005
The Time of Yearning
No Longer Shiva
Part of me knows
there is no longer Shiva.
Part of me acknowledges
this being went away,
ascended long ago
like a phantom
made of sunlight and soft rain.
Nevertheless, I am waiting.
Still each night I cry out
to the unseen One,
lord, where are you?
Lord, lord,
when will you come?
copyright, Dorothy Walters
Part of me knows
there is no longer Shiva.
Part of me acknowledges
this being went away,
ascended long ago
like a phantom
made of sunlight and soft rain.
Nevertheless, I am waiting.
Still each night I cry out
to the unseen One,
lord, where are you?
Lord, lord,
when will you come?
copyright, Dorothy Walters
