Thursday, April 05, 2018
Leaving--poem by Dorothy
Leaving
Sometimes I wonder
how it will be.
If we will go swiftly
into that other world,
like rockets of fire
shot into space,
one moment friends
with our physical
forms, the containers
we have lived in so long
with their familiar settings,
rocks, trees, houses with furnishings,
things to be seen and touched,
and then suddenly transported
to that other realm
where all is resplendent color,
tones we have never seen,
everything charged with
a special glowing,
textures indescribable,
ourselves delirious
with love.
Or will it be more slowly,
ourselves drifting away
to gentle music,
some familiar Ave or soothing
tonal vibrations,
moving in and out of awareness
like shadows that pass over a forest,
and then return?
What will we discover
when we arrive
at this unknown
destination?
Unbearable beauty,
immeasurable love?
Our invisible guides
revealed at last?
Deep mysteries
finally unraveled?
Will we remember
or even care
what it was we left behind?
Dorothy Walters
April 3, 2018
