Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The Inspired Poet
The Inspired Poet
Every morning he wakes,
ready to lie on that anvil,
prepared for sparks
and bits of flame
to fly out from his
hammered soul.
His is not easy work
His spirit, fired,
twists this way and that,
is shaped again and again
into a thousand configurations,
some of which
he does not know
or even recognize.
But each day,
he does it again—
hoping always that this is the time,
the ultimate trial
when he will be cast at last
into final form.
Dorothy Walters
August 13, 2006
Every morning he wakes,
ready to lie on that anvil,
prepared for sparks
and bits of flame
to fly out from his
hammered soul.
His is not easy work
His spirit, fired,
twists this way and that,
is shaped again and again
into a thousand configurations,
some of which
he does not know
or even recognize.
But each day,
he does it again—
hoping always that this is the time,
the ultimate trial
when he will be cast at last
into final form.
Dorothy Walters
August 13, 2006
