Sunday, December 27, 2020
The Fire and the Rose
The Fire and the Rose
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T. S. Eliot––"Little Gidding"
What it was
was elsewhere,
a place that no one has visited,
not even in the first darkness,
the second remembering
why we were here.
It was enough, I think,
that we were given glimpses,
tastes of the eternal,
seasonings of something
greater than we could grasp,
moments of illumination
that blinded in the instant,
voices that we almost heard,
music that played unnoticed within.
Yet we yearned for more.
Who are we
that we might
stand in the midst
of revelation and remain,
behold the entirety
of that which is,
the silence that dissolves us
into itself, forever swallowed
into the nameless?
Dorothy Walters
December 17, 2020
