Friday, June 07, 2013
"The Secret Gift"--poem by Dorothy
The Secret Gift
How long will it take us to realize
that suffering
is the bedmate of joy?
That each clear moment
on the mountain
is followed
by a dark passage
in the forest below?
Yesterday I stood
by the shore
as a messenger
brought gifts
of fruit and wine.
I took some of each
and did not ask
the giver
or why the gift
Dorothy Walters
June 4, 2013.
