I kept your legend
in a golden jar
behind the throne of God
even on days I was clearly
too familiar
with the briars emeshing the castle
and an ever-widening distance
rippling too far out....
anyway bright angel standing on the pier
there will be a moment
I will not evade like the ones in old paintings
when the first rose opens overhead
in such a coded sky
when Light streams down like a ladder
where angels ascend and descend
continually
and the unfraught world unfurls-
mary angela douglas 9 august 2008
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