A Radiant Dawn is Breaking

When, on my eve of life,
a radiant dawn is breaking
and whispering winds
from Heaven's bright plains
are blown,

 

I hear,
from out the sunrise,
voices calling
my feet to brighter paths,
untried,
unknown.

E.E.L.

 Emily Emerson Lantz 

1862 ~ 1931

Why Me?

Why me?

This is a tedious task,

much work.

Not a great tree,

my family,

Not any kind of tree,

A spindly twig....

A stunted sapling

of little importance,

No forest giant we.

A pause

Ethereal whispers

persuasive

soft

and still . . .

"Daughter,

if you don't remember us,

Who will?"

Dot Stutter

Victoria, BC. Canada

1996