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