Saturday, March 01, 2008
When the Sun
(picture by N. M. Rai)
When the Sun
Sometimes it happens, yes,
your are walking along
and the sun suddenly
breaks open the clouds
and there it is,
radiant and beautiful,
a gold pendant
turning the trees to fire,
the lakes to mirrors of spirit.
Or, it can be the other way.
A bird falls straight from the sky,
lands at your feet,
you wonder how this can be.
The clouds gather
and scowl,
the silence swells.
Both part of the Mystery.
Dorothy Walters
February 25, 2008
