Tuesday, April 21, 2020
When He Comes––poem by Dorothy
When He Comes
These moments of rapture,
they come suddenly,
unexpectedly.
When he comes,
I answer.
Who am I
to refuse a god?
Who am I
to speak
of right and wrong,
good and bad behavior?
Always he lies in wait
and springs when I
least expect it.
Always I must be open,
ready to receive
the one without a name.
Dorothy Walters
April 21, 2020
