Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The First Day
The First Day
When we go forth,
not knowing what
the day will bring
of sorrow or delight,
the passage of
those we have loved,
the welcoming of fresh
morning bread,
whether we will
at the end of day
find ourselves
wrapped in sorrow
or clothed in the comfort
of soft wool—
still, we venture out
into the brightness which awaits,
knowing that among the trees
and unfolding blossoms
or snow falling softly
on the sleeping asters in the garden,
there is yet something,
an essence or a being,
which moves always
and everywhere
in an aura of light,
flowing from
the bright chasm of beginnings
where all once more
is melted into the sun-gold
of this, the shining first day.
Dorothy Walters
April 22, 2008
When we go forth,
not knowing what
the day will bring
of sorrow or delight,
the passage of
those we have loved,
the welcoming of fresh
morning bread,
whether we will
at the end of day
find ourselves
wrapped in sorrow
or clothed in the comfort
of soft wool—
still, we venture out
into the brightness which awaits,
knowing that among the trees
and unfolding blossoms
or snow falling softly
on the sleeping asters in the garden,
there is yet something,
an essence or a being,
which moves always
and everywhere
in an aura of light,
flowing from
the bright chasm of beginnings
where all once more
is melted into the sun-gold
of this, the shining first day.
Dorothy Walters
April 22, 2008
