It Wasn't The Doll-Like Certainty Of The Bride

it wasn't the doll-like certainty of the bride

I sought from You, Lord.

but only to know the Father of the

Light inside and glide through tempests.

it wasn't a doll like certainty veiled,

feted adorned with life-like flowers

for which I cried.

why would I when

You have given all the stars

without being asked.

and your flowering floats

from winter skies

and each springtide

petaled numberless and fragrant

beyond the heart's capacity

to abide..

it isn't the doll-like shine I missed

the temporary shelter time after time.

how could I when .

only one gleam of your

Christmas

sustained me-

one sparkle that lit-

the Magi on their way

mary angela douglas 6 december 2013