Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Stages––poem by Dorothy
Stages
This is the final thing.
Power and faith, power and blood.
Linda Gregg
Power and blood,
distilled in faith.
All of us came
down here in desire,
wanting.
The yielding nipple,
its fruity
offering.
The love spasm,
shuddering through
like a divine fury
striking.
Always we gave and received,
received and gave,
until we were weary of Things,
worn out with doing.
Interminable waiting. . .
endless despair.
Stricken searching in the dark.
Sudden illumination igniting
all the tapers
of the soul.
Veins and sinews lit
with incandescent joy.
Then, a final darkness
before new light.
Dorothy Walters
Sept. 16, 2005
(image from internet)
