Tell Us A Little Bit About Yourself

a long way down the violet road

I tried to go.

it vanished in the shifting winds,

the snow.  Oh, God, are you still here?

I cried out in the cold

and on the frozen prairies,

all alone.

then flowery meadows arose.

arose.

I am a wild rose planted by His hand

in a language now foreign.

a long way down the violet road

I tried to go

with diamonds in my hands

to feed the diamond birds

of singing.

mary angela douglas 28 june 2013