Sunday, May 28, 2017
Singers––Poem by Dorothy
Singers
Oh, let the heart be opened
and expanded to its full:
let it be loved and give love
in full measure,
not wondering about
the why of it all.
Let this town that I love
not be ruined
by wrong vibrations.
Let this world that I love
not be destroyed
by those whose hearts
are frozen.
Outside my window.
There is a bird
that sings.
It sings and sings,
no matter the weather,
the unstable barometer,
even in falling snow.
Let me be the same,
singing always,
and sometimes
dancing a turn or two
to my song.
Passing overhead
I see a gathering of angels,
moving together as a cloud.
When it is my turn to go,
may I join them,
this chorus of love,
even with my unsteady voice,
my uncertain ear,
filling the vastness above,
the radiance below.
Dorothy Walters
May 26, 2017
(picture from internet)
