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Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Two poems of light and dark 

The Visitors

Some let the angels
come into their houses
like guests dropping by
for a visit,
some keep the door
locked against unwelcome intruders,
all windows tightly closed.

I say, let them come
in through every opening
and aperture,
with wings spread wide
in billowing light,
faces radiant with love,
chanting their hymns
of transcendence and joy.

Let us listen
in full attention,
lifting our eyes
now and again
to behold, briefly,
such bewildering beauty,
dazzled by revelation.

And, when they leave,
let us savor
that scent which lingers,
the single feather
we clasp in our hand.

Dorothy Walters
October 3, 2007

When the light

I do not know
what to think
when the light
goes into the dark,
and the angels
into their clouds of veil.

Alone, we wake
and wonder
what we have done
to deserve such
what sins
of omission
or act
we have committed
in our stumbling lives.

the wind
is picking up.
Down on the shore,
the waves are restless,
spray fretting against the rocks.
Something is stirring
all around.
Change is in the air.

Dorothy Walters
October 3, 2007

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