Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Finally, we took an ax (poem)
Finally, we took an ax
For years we circled
our hidden room,
seeking a way out.
Nothing sufficed:
Not prayers,
nor supplications,
not knees against stone,
nor heavy penance
of nails and chafing shirts.
Finally, we took an ax
and broke through to god.
At first we were blinded by the splendor,
the majesty and
shining raiment.
We crept closer
and raised our head a little.
That one said,
where have you been,
my dear one?
I have been waiting for you
for so many years.
Then silence.
Then we vanished
into nothingness
and light.
Dorothy Walters
March 30, 2007
