Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Secret Hands (poem)
Secret Hands
Once more,
opened.
Once again,
lifted elsewhere.
What is this soft
lightning which plays
so tenderly
over my face and arms?
Has it come from
the place of my beginning?
Is it here
to show me
the way once more?
I offer my body,
the ground of my
being, as my gift.
Now I am struck
like a bronze bell.
Now I am stroked
by secret hands.
Am I lover or Beloved?
Dorothy Walters
April 20, 2007
Once more,
opened.
Once again,
lifted elsewhere.
What is this soft
lightning which plays
so tenderly
over my face and arms?
Has it come from
the place of my beginning?
Is it here
to show me
the way once more?
I offer my body,
the ground of my
being, as my gift.
Now I am struck
like a bronze bell.
Now I am stroked
by secret hands.
Am I lover or Beloved?
Dorothy Walters
April 20, 2007
