Friday, September 24, 2010
When the Candles
When the Candles
What I have to tell you
you may have heard before.
But not in these framed syllables,
these whispered resonant tones.
Mine is a voice that gathers
from all those
who have gone before.
Their throaty murmurings,
their pleas and declarations,
those who sheltered
in the high places
and those who lived
in caves.
Their words fashioned
my cells,
mingled with the currents
that flowed
in my veins.
Like them, I know
the language
of longing,
the vocabulary
of desire
for the One,
the Ever Present,
the face in the mirror
when the candles
have all gone out.
Dorothy Walters
September 24, 2010
