Monday, May 31, 2010
THE VISITORS
Some let the angels
come into their house
like guests dropping by
for a visit,
some keep the door
locked against unwelcome intruders,
all windows tightly closed.
I say, let them enter
through every opening and aperture,
with wings spread wide
in billowing light,
faces radiant with love,
chanting their hymns
of transcendence and joy.
Let us listen
in full attention,
lifting our eyes
now and again
to behold, briefly,
this bewildering beauty,
this dazzlement of revelation.
And, should they leave,
let us savor
the scent which lingers in the room,
the single feather
we clasp in our hand.
(from "A Cloth of Fine Gold"
