Monday, September 10, 2007
Like perfumed hands (poem)
(Picture from Patricia Lay-Dorsey, who is once again keeping vigil in Washington, D. C., to protest the possible aggression against yet another country. Follow her blog at www.windchimewalker.blogspot.com)
Like perfumed hands
They call it a snake
lifting its head.
Personally,
I prefer a flower.
Let it open slowly,
drifting up your spine
like perfumed hands
awakening
a sleeper.
Each moment
is pure,
like water from a clear well.
Each feeling
part of the blessing,
gift from the unseen.
What it tells you
is how you are loved,
how you must love in return,
how this love making
never ends.
Dorothy Walters
September 10, 2007
