Sunday, February 11, 2007
Taking Refuge (poem)
Taking Refuge
We could, of course,
take refuge in the archetypes,
the sons who rescued
the lost princesses
from the tower,
the frogs who claimed
their true identity
Even the bluebeards,
were they so terrible
after all,
perhaps they too were simply
acting out
their compulsions
their need to be
loved.
But what of the
saviors,
the ones who came down
on clouds of gold
bearing the secret relic,
the saving formula?
Who will take their place?
What must we do
to find our lost treasures again,
even if they are no longer visible
or do not have names,
even if they now live only
inside who we have become.
Dorothy Walters
February 7, 2007
We could, of course,
take refuge in the archetypes,
the sons who rescued
the lost princesses
from the tower,
the frogs who claimed
their true identity
Even the bluebeards,
were they so terrible
after all,
perhaps they too were simply
acting out
their compulsions
their need to be
loved.
But what of the
saviors,
the ones who came down
on clouds of gold
bearing the secret relic,
the saving formula?
Who will take their place?
What must we do
to find our lost treasures again,
even if they are no longer visible
or do not have names,
even if they now live only
inside who we have become.
Dorothy Walters
February 7, 2007
