Friday, September 16, 2005
Stages
Stages
This is the final thing.
Power and faith, power and blood.
Linda Gregg
Power and blood,
distilled in faith.
All of us came
down here in desire,
wanting.
The yielding nipple,
its fruity
offering.
The love spasm,
shuddering through
like a god or goddess
striking.
Light attending
as we gave and received,
received and gave,
until we were weary of things,
worn out with doing.
Endless waiting,
despair.
Stricken fumbling in the dark.
Sudden illumination igniting
all the tapers
of the soul.
A final darkness
before new light.
(copyright,Dorothy Walters
September 16, 2005)
This is the final thing.
Power and faith, power and blood.
Linda Gregg
Power and blood,
distilled in faith.
All of us came
down here in desire,
wanting.
The yielding nipple,
its fruity
offering.
The love spasm,
shuddering through
like a god or goddess
striking.
Light attending
as we gave and received,
received and gave,
until we were weary of things,
worn out with doing.
Endless waiting,
despair.
Stricken fumbling in the dark.
Sudden illumination igniting
all the tapers
of the soul.
A final darkness
before new light.
(copyright,Dorothy Walters
September 16, 2005)
