Friday, April 28, 2017
At the Temple Gates
At the Temple Gates
Some hover around outside,
linger at the portal,
never venture
within.
I don't blame them.
It's nicer,
safer out here.
Always longing,
never viewing the daemon
face to face,
hide and seek with the soul.
Never going in,
climbing up
on the alter
as the priest raises
his knife to
dismantle
who you are.
Once there,
your parts have been
torched and now
are unrecognizable.
Until they somehow join together
once again, in a new configuration.
Now you wonder
if you are living or dead
as you walk through
unaccustomed radiance,
a world transfigured, aflame.
Dorothy Walters
April 19, 2017
