BY LAKE MICHIGAN

A ghostly minstrel passed along the shore
And sang remembered sights and sounds;
He told of drums,
Announcing peace or war,
Of beads and bones once cherished
But left behind,
Of singing forests leveled
And throbbing cities raised,
Of skies brought low
By lifted silver wings.
I listened,
But the minstrel of the lake moved on
To nowhere,
Leaving treasures
In one disappearing drop
Upon my hand.

1959
Dedicated to my teacher,
Sr. M. Edwardine, RSM.
Mercy College, Detroit

Tiptoe
Ever quietly through years,
Still,
Footsteps echo in the sky
Like far-off crashing worlds.

1964

Awareness sounded,
Kneel under
The wonder of it;
Universe, unbounded;
God, infinite.

1979

Time measures our moves in a fragile sphere,
A bubble afloat in infinity
Where timelessness lives ever now and here,
And time is already eternity.

1983

Doors close.
What must be will be.
The past has passed forevermore,
But what remains is more
Than will ever be again.

1987

Photo and Poetry by Dorothy
Original MIDI "Kwiet" by Andy Klapwyk

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