Monday, June 29, 2015
The Awakening
I was so inspired by Fran Claggett's poem that I wrote another one, following the pattern of her poem, but on a very different subject.
The Awakening
the ecstasy, the grief
the lifting of the heart
to the top of the mountain,
waves of rapture
free fall into despair,
nights of frozen tears,
cry of silence.
what did it mean,
I wonder.
yet I am grateful,
even now,
when the journey
is still unfolding,
even now,
joy stirring within.
Dorothy Walters
June 27, 2015
