Monday, January 13, 2014
God Grant To The Countries In The Fine Mists Of Your Eden
God grant to the countries in the fine mists of your Eden
a returning way through the fairytale woods
even as music is barely heard at first
when the children open their eyes
in an unfamiliar room.
and if the skies above my page are snowless still-
missing Christmas and the evergreen-
let flowers be gathered by imaginary springs
where the waters flow over the bruised soul.
it's deep in our winter caves that I keep sweeping up
the broken nebulae around your hallowed head
or pressed against the windows of Your far kingdoms
I'm just keeping still.
awaiting starlight and the rose corolla
as it was in our beginning
mary angela douglas 14 january 2014