Daisychain
3rd April 2009, 08:44 PM
I really liked this poem about counseling so thought I'd post it :)
Twilight
When all my clients have left the office
I turn off the silent overhead lights
And watch a lingering afternoon sun
like a patient court square artist
slowly spread gold-tinged hues
across a wooden floor canvas
and onto my cluttered desk.
That moment fills me with a sense of awe
for quiet light and moving life.
Walking in twilight
I picture past sessions
And wonder if lives I so fleetingly touched
will dare envision their inner beauty
painted in the colors and grace of time....
Gladding, S. T. (1975).
Twilight
When all my clients have left the office
I turn off the silent overhead lights
And watch a lingering afternoon sun
like a patient court square artist
slowly spread gold-tinged hues
across a wooden floor canvas
and onto my cluttered desk.
That moment fills me with a sense of awe
for quiet light and moving life.
Walking in twilight
I picture past sessions
And wonder if lives I so fleetingly touched
will dare envision their inner beauty
painted in the colors and grace of time....
Gladding, S. T. (1975).