Monday, April 12, 2010
First Light
First Light
Think of it as a door,
a gateway.
A portal to perhaps
the ultimate darkness,
death and all it offers,
quietude at last.
Or perhaps a stairway,
ascending into the
blue clouds above,
pointing toward heaven.
Golden light
filling heart
and lungs.
Burden lifted.
Or perhaps just this:
another day
of oak trees
swaying outside the window,
the crocuses coming up
to redeem the season
once more,
the stream hurtling down
bearing the mountain’s
swift abundance.
Whichever way,
why should you
complain.
It is what it is
and has always been,
this year
or another year,
a scroll unfolding
into its own radiance
that you call your life.
Dorothy Walters
April 10, 2010
