DUST - Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth.  Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor -
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn't elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That's how it is sometimes -
God comes to your window
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.

Dorianne Laux

What We Carry

with thanks to Whiskey River

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Photo - Mystic Meandering
Do you notice the eyes looking back at you? :)