Thursday, January 12, 2017
"Always"––poem by Dorothy
Always
(for the Beloved Within)
Always, this is the thing
we hope for,
the desire we hold dear:
"Only a glimpse,"
we say,
"a taste,
a brief swallow. . ."
And thus we will be sated,
brought to the fountain
where the water ever flows,
the fire sweeps us
into a new configuration,
and we are satisfied at last. . .
even as the light
fades around us,
even as the music plays
sweeter
within.
Dorothy Walters
January 9, 2017
