Monday, April 10, 2017
Ascension––poem by Dorothy
Ascension
Sing this song
and forget the rest.
The Friend is calling
and will send it forth
into the universe.
You are the notes
and the singer,
the lute
and the fingers
stroking the strings,
the bird flying into the air,
and the air lifting your wings
always higher.
Dorothy Walters
April 10, 2017
