Sometimes
Sometimes Edwards’ Hand
that holds all in its palm, pulls aside the curtain of time and invites us into infinity with just a phrase someone says that, like some hypnotic cue, causes us to pause, remember, then step across the threshold of time where we begin anew. Maybe it’s a song or gaze that opens that door, or a touch or kiss . . . whatever. Through it we see into eternity now beckoning through shimmering of matter and spirit as leaves of trees turn their faces up to greet the wind and dance. © October 2017, Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved. |