Friday, November 21, 2008
The Jacob's Ladder
The Jacob’s Ladder
First, the silence.
The trees motionless,
the birds no longer crying
or swerving
in air.
Even the waves drew back,
as if holding their breath.
What was approaching?
Was it a god
or an emperor
coming near?
A hush
of expectation,
veil lifted.
Then there it was,
blazing forth,
immaculate, radiant,
spilling across the water
like a carpet of light,
First, the silence.
The trees motionless,
the birds no longer crying
or swerving
in air.
Even the waves drew back,
as if holding their breath.
What was approaching?
Was it a god
or an emperor
coming near?
A hush
of expectation,
veil lifted.
Then there it was,
blazing forth,
immaculate, radiant,
spilling across the water
like a carpet of light,
gold ribbed ladder
leading to Source,
the sun in its evening passion,
dying once again.
Dorothy Walters
November 18, 2008
leading to Source,
the sun in its evening passion,
dying once again.
Dorothy Walters
November 18, 2008
(image from travelblog.viator.com
