Monday, July 06, 2020
Our Faces Imprinted––poem by Dorothy
Our Faces Imprinted
Why does your face look like me?
Or should I ask, why does my face
look like you?
We are not two
but a oneness,
never parted,
ever a single being
no matter how many,
in vastness and love,
our faces imprinted
on every leaf and stone,
each passing cloud.
Dorothy Walters
July 4, 2020
Why does your face look like me?
Or should I ask, why does my face
look like you?
We are not two
but a oneness,
never parted,
ever a single being
no matter how many,
in vastness and love,
our faces imprinted
on every leaf and stone,
each passing cloud.
Dorothy Walters
July 4, 2020
