Poem by Trudy Lewis
The Terracotta Steps
The two terracotta steps
At the foot of the French doors
Bask in the full sun
The strong paint clings
To the curvaceous bricks
Hot with colour
Four people cluster on them
Spread out at intervals
Respecting each other’s space
In the silence
They gaze out in wistful contemplation
Beyond the sap green grass and the ultramarine sky
The discourse they have heard sits deep in them
Each feels the stirrings
Of their own spirit
Their bodies are frailer now
Their hair has lost its lustre
But still these pilgrims return
The passage of time
Does not exist on
The terracotta steps
There is only that moment
That discourse
That revelation
That reflection
And the deep awareness of each other
A bond that transcends the intervals of seasons
A listening of the heart
As the decades unfold
Through pain, success, loss and laughter
On life’s journey
They unite again on the terracotta steps
They seek the unspeakable joy
Of just a hint of the mystery behind the golden veil
Trudy Lewis
posted by Carol Smith @ 3:06 PM
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