A Lapidary Stillness Fills The Room

a lapidary stillness fills the room

while I'm too tired to hear

the angels singing. forgive me when

I say, oh God

that it seems hard to live this way

but I'm setting the scene the best that

I know how

and jewel by jewel,

as You did.

lay all your shaken griefs aside-

folding the opulent

shadows on the chair

not for the last time, yet-

while off in the distant

semi-precious Light

a heavy door opens and

then closes-

mary angela douglas 23 august 2011