Monday, February 12, 2007
The Secret that Cannot Be Told (poem)
The Secret that Cannot be Told
I suppose there is no point now
in telling how
the electric charges
surged through our
bodies,
bolts of delight
thrilling us
in every hidden
place,
lighting each secret
recess
until we were delirious
with love
for the world,
for the people we saw
coming toward us,
for the radiant flowers
and trees,
for whatever it was
that was
making this happen,
this sudden
immersion
in Mystery.
Dorothy Walters
February 11, 2007
I suppose there is no point now
in telling how
the electric charges
surged through our
bodies,
bolts of delight
thrilling us
in every hidden
place,
lighting each secret
recess
until we were delirious
with love
for the world,
for the people we saw
coming toward us,
for the radiant flowers
and trees,
for whatever it was
that was
making this happen,
this sudden
immersion
in Mystery.
Dorothy Walters
February 11, 2007
