Friday, February 17, 2017
"A Handbook to God"––poem by Dorothy
A Handbook to God
This is not something
you have ever imagined.
Don't think of white beards
or sages
perched on thrones,
Do not ponder it
too long
or look it up in the dictionary
for precise definitions.
It will be hiding,
maybe in a cottonwood tree
or a budding rose,
a jungle cat
with taut muscles
ready to spring.
It will be speaking
in the cry of the pines
swaying overhead,
vocabulary unknown.
Perhaps at a concert.
Mozart or Bach.
Brahms' German Requiem.
Maybe as you
are brushing your teeth,
doing the laundry.
You will not get
an advance announcement,
no calling card will arrive.
It will be a surprise.
Be still. Let it happen.
Welcome it when it comes,
dance in your cells.
Leave your camera
and notebook
at home.
Dorothy Walters
February 16, 2017
