Saturday, October 28, 2017
"Ever Changing"––poem by Dorothy
Ever Changing
I think we will be ever changing.
The wind in the boughs
does not stay still
though the roots are fixed.
The rushing stream,
the clouds overhead,
are in constant motion,
ever new arrangements
of themselves.
Our cells, our marrow,
our visible features,
all are shifting
even as we sleep.
Do not keep on wearing
yesterday's garb.
You are always a new being,
forged minute by minute
by the master craftsman.
Welcome every fresh creation,
each emerging image
of who you are.
And at the end,
allow the final transformation
to take you with ease
to your next arriving self.
Dorothy Walters
October 28, 2017
