Monday, April 30, 2018
Afterwards
Afterwards
Afterwards, we become instruments
tuned to a finer register of being.
We hear music
that was never sung,
craft words of wisdom that we do not
comprehend,
enter fields of light beyond understanding
and speak with tongues
of flame.
Now we are the servants
of an unknown master.
Streams of joy
flow through,
echoes of love
consume us.
We become moving figures of becoming,
always rising to a higher frequency,
ever evolving into more and more subtle
reflections of grace.
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018
