Wednesday, April 04, 2012
"The Truth of it All," poem by Dorothy
The Truth of it All
Have you ever thought about
how lucky you are
to be here?
That is,
to live here at all,
on this planet
in this universe,
in the cosmos
that nobody can
really measure or describe?
They say it is a billion
to one chance
that you made it
in just this way.
You have walked about,
seen the flowers bursting forth
revealing their secret recesses
shamelessly in spring,
felt the cold chill
of wind on your cheek
in winter—
and did you love it?
did you say a little prayer
of thanks,
as the sweet scent
or the cold air
filled your nostrils
and told you you were alive?
Even if your hair turned a bit
greyer with time,
even if your eyes grew
a little dimmer each year,
even if your step was less
assured now, than before.
Dorothy Walters
April 3, 2012
