Sunday, March 11, 2018
After the Awakening––poem by Dorothy
After the Awakening
After the event,
you will not be the same.
You will feel like a ghost
returning from another realm
with a message
that no one wants to hear.
Or perhaps the one living being
walking about in a city of
the dead.
The world and all that is in it
is suddenly very beautiful
and you know that it and you
are one.
Will we now be more connected
to the unseen divine?
If you try to tell someone
what has happened,
they will look uneasy
and change the subject.
Or maybe suggest
that you should call 9ll,
check yourself in.
You learn to be silent,
pretend to be like them.
They are all very busy,
buying the latest things,
showing off their new clothes,
watching the game or the
commercials on T. V.
If they wish to be good,
they take the children to church,
but don't listen when the minister
rambles on telling them how they should live.
They secretly look at their cell phones,
watch the athletic contests in progress,
check their investments.
Each day you listen
to celestial music,
but nobody else can hear.
You know that angels
are floating overhead
on golden clouds,
but no one wishes to look up.
You learn to be silent,
never reveal what has happened,
who you are.
You live in your own secret world
where your only companion
is God.
Dorothy Walters
March 11, 2018
