carry the bread that's made of stars
in your pockets a
long, long way
many may think you don't know
where you are.
you know.
carry your heart in a silver box
a long long way.
many may swear you
don't know who you are.
stay out of their way.
the fairytales are most real
in the middle of the story.
God has the whole book somewhere
do not worry.
we are all made of light and
and that's His Glory....
mary angela douglas 13 march 2012.
Note: p.s., poetry is very filling.
1 comment:
Dear Angela, your poetry is "very filling". I like the poem and your imagination, also the "happy tidings" which you are suggesting. Continue writing! Alena
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