Thursday, September 06, 2007
A Language You Once Knew (poem)
A Language You Once Knew
There will be an invitation.
It will not come tied in ribbons
nor a message streaming down
from the sky.
There will be no Roman candles
sizzling upward
nor brilliant colors
exploding overhead.
Instead there will be a soft
whisper
in your ear,
something in a language
you once knew
and are trying to learn again.
In order to hear it,
you will need to
put down all your packages,
stop everything you are doing
and stand very still
then wait . . . .
until something stirs inside.
Dorothy Walters
September 5, 2007
