Monday, August 14, 2006
Spending Grace (poem)
Spending Grace
I think it fell on us unbidden.
As if the angels . . .
As if the star . . .
Distant planets beginning to sing in unison.
And as we listened,
there was something else,
some sound new and incomprehensible . . .
Was it more voices chiming in,
other universes entering,
or was it our own hearts,
breathing their own familiar carol,
heard at last.
Dorothy Walters
August 13, 2006
I think it fell on us unbidden.
As if the angels . . .
As if the star . . .
Distant planets beginning to sing in unison.
And as we listened,
there was something else,
some sound new and incomprehensible . . .
Was it more voices chiming in,
other universes entering,
or was it our own hearts,
breathing their own familiar carol,
heard at last.
Dorothy Walters
August 13, 2006
