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Monday, June 19, 2017

The Prophet 

The Prophet

Something wants
to speak through me.

It has no name
or form,
no identifying

It is merely a presence,
whether a saint
or a shadow,
I do not know.

It comes
and I answer.

It is silent,
and I wonder why.

Together we weave
a truth that is waiting
to be found,
a hidden jewel
glinting in the shrubbery,
a distant light
in the landscape,
beckoning on.

Dorothy Walters
June 7, 2017

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