Sabbath Poem (Walker)
NEW FACE
~Alice Walker
I have learned
Not to worry
About love:
But to honor
Its coming
With all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries
Of the blood
With headless heed
And swirl,
To know the rush
Of feelings
Swift
And flowing
As Water.
The source
Appears to be
Some inexhaustible
Spring
Within
Our twin
And triple
Selves.
The new face
I turn up
To you
No one else
On earth
Has ever
Seen.
