POEM
by Agnes Prieto
From what distant time or place
What spaces
In my heart
And in my soul
A door awaited.
Silver time locks the door
Hides the answer,
Memory blocked
Obscure
Diffused.
Yet the heart knocks
Still configures…
We resume
To each other, have always been
And always shall be.
A door askance, beckoning
Far and deep
Alive in a knowing…beyond knowing
We know.
A canticle at dawn, on and on
Softly chanting.
About the writer:
Ma. Agnes Prieto is a writer, grief therapist, and founder of Healing Circles Recovery and Rejoys.
