Sunday, January 19, 2014
Child Near The Half Glazed Pond In Early April
anchor your stained-glass shadows in the grass
it's irised still, your Easter;
your heart is full of flowers.
the chill of the pale greens gathers fast
in the woods and on the playgrounds
recessed in the stone,
the Madonna hints at birthdays
white tissued, tied in blue bows even in
snows that interrupt your aprils.
hold fast the page that they would turn for you
and anchor your stained glass shadows in the grass-
the grass that blows when the
winds of His presence, pass.
you are the spring's cathedral
beautiful, wavering, there
in His best looking glass-
mary angela douglas 19 january 2014