Saturday, January 13, 2018
"The Arrival"––poem by Dorothy
The Arrival
Lately I have become
impatient
with things.
Utterances they offer
are not new.
Revelations
are notions
I encountered years ago
and filed away
in my memory book.
What they find exciting
I greet with a ho hum,
what else is new.
Yet there is something
that remains.
It carries no words,
bears no insights.
It is pure feeling
and it infuses me
with its own delight
each time it arrives,
bearing what some call
bliss, some rapture,
the moment of union,
the Beloved beyond belief.
Dorothy Walters
January 11, 2018
(image from internet)
