Thursday, October 25, 2018
Space––poem by Dorothy
Space
Man can embody truth, but never know it.
W. B. Yeats
When God arrives
as rapture in the veins,
we know we are one,
that Source is who we are.
Yet there is vastness
beyond vastness,
space beyond space,
things unseen that yet
exist without challenge.
No one can tell us
truly what is there,
what unseen hand
fashioned such realms
or why.
There is no bridge
to span this immeasurable separation,
no constructed device
to unveil the hidden god.
Dorothy Walters
October 19, 2018
Man can embody truth, but never know it.
W. B. Yeats
When God arrives
as rapture in the veins,
we know we are one,
that Source is who we are.
Yet there is vastness
beyond vastness,
space beyond space,
things unseen that yet
exist without challenge.
No one can tell us
truly what is there,
what unseen hand
fashioned such realms
or why.
There is no bridge
to span this immeasurable separation,
no constructed device
to unveil the hidden god.
Dorothy Walters
October 19, 2018
