| Mary Barnet |
SUNRISE the night explodes Giant fingers of light: the hands of creation hold me in the cradle of night born again with each day Darkness, prisoner carried into these hours of glory so that I glow---life tingles on my skin in the power of this beautiful rainbow from Time's spread-eagle prism.
ONLY REVIVED BY AN ANGEL laundry-day was Saturday beyond the clotheslines out my bedroom window there was a newsline from housewife to housewife ; so how come no one told me my marriage was almost over ? about to come to a screeching halt. I, almost to the abyss, everything invested about to lose it all in my own personal stock market crash.
THE RIDE 1. The slender woman Took the seat I offered her As older than I - perhaps in her seventies. A tiny woman Whose identity otherwise I could not scan. She had been robbed of "everything" Twice in her life Never to achieve the goal of her youth To study piano at Julliard. She boarded the bus south Commenting, "I think I'll like it down there." Her destination, much less Any return to a possible home, doubtful But that importance lost In her enjoyment of the ride. 2. The driver's radio announced A bus stopped by the road; Soon another group of passengers Boarded the roaring creature Of the spinning wheel we rode. They found a place, each one And I had to cease pointing out landmarks To share my seat with a weary woman Returning the long way Home from her work Glad to be ever nearer that place To rest for the night Before finding her way to tomorrow again.
THAT WHICH IS ALL Climb the mountain Swim the sea Walk thru the door Into eternity Share Time with, Dance with the Creator Endlessly For He is you And you are She Open your arms wide To everylife you abide With God always A part of that which is All
THERE IS
there is poetry in the words we speak we hear valleys & mountains ride the earth where sparkling dinners are eaten of sun- birds dancing in costumes of glowing leaves hot with the tune that love gives to us Life and the living of it !
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