Beyond All Tithing

giving You back the gold of the sun:

the honey-gold and the amber.

giving You back the white-gold

of the moon and rightfully,

the blue stars and the red.

giving you back the green

wind, her April sources

and the rose slip slipping into the Dreaming

all over again.

Oh how did it cost so little:

the clouded violet in the snows:

the tunes still turning my music-box soul.

it's You in the marigold darkness everywhere

I know I know I know

in the rushing gold of the words You gave us:

the honey-gold and the amber

and the white gold of the moon

mary angela douglas 27, 28 january 2013