jamesberkowitz:

When the door closes

And light shadows fall into darkness

Where tender feelings

Are hurt by unjust slightness

We experience the process of letting go

Into thin air

Without lonely despair

Into the heart

Where the seed of love makes its start

Into the sea

Where the salt of our bodies runs free

Into the soul

Where the truth is known

James Berkowitz © 2003

From “The Angels Are Watching”

Edited 2010