Wednesday, April 04, 2018
"A Stone, A Star"––poem by Dorothy
A Stone, a Star
"sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
Rilke
Was it yesterday
that everything seemed
so futile?
The trees and flowers,
blossoming too early,
now covered in snow
at this Eastertide.
Ground lacquered
with threatening ice.
Will resurrection occur?
Yet today, a familiar sun.
Outside bright and luminous,
everything emerging
in clear definition
like a cleansed painting,
even the grass wearing
a fresh skirt of green,
the clouds regaining their shape,
no longer amorphous blankets of grey
like sails spreading before a storm.
Even now I can feel things happening
underground,
incense is rising
as if from an invisible kiln
shaping a new world,
another new beginning.
Dorothy Walters
April 4, 2018
(image from internet)
