Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Teresa's Angel (poem)
Teresa’s Angel
You are not
the great deity
seated above,
looking down on your lost realms
from your
safe and measured distance.
You are not the infinite ground of being,
the ultimate source,
the taproot of all creation.
You are the one
who wakes me
with such tenderness
each morning,
whispers my name,
goes with me
to my special space
there,
in the corner of my room
where I bow
and am with you
once more.
Sometimes
you fill me
with sudden delight
in ways I cannot describe.
Dorothy Walters
October 30, 2007
