Thursday, January 15, 2015
Going––poem by Dorothy
Going
Now we are going
always into the
darkness which
is light,
into the sound
that is constantly
fading
into silence,
becoming
a fountain of
grief
that is springing
into joy.
Always it is journeying
into a moving
landscape,
the place we have
never been,
the flame
that burns
and shifts
and flares once more,
and we
the silent watchers
who wait their turn.
Dorothy Walters
January 12, 2015
