The Wind Has Caught The Tattered Rainbow Sail

[to the true God, to the true Christ and to those with the courage now-to know the difference]

the wind has caught the tattered rainbow sail

and you are over it now.

the interlopers banished,

left to build their nightmare realms

all on their own;

how will they manage

is anyone's guess.

oh let them keep their teacups full of sand

for someone else and let their roasted apples char

in the witless castle fires we tended without sleep.

and witness now, the true doves flown.

ah let the fairytale clock rewind the puerile darkening

of the golden days that lay before you

on a long ago afternoon waylaid.

oh God my God will recompense the jeweled time

splintered from a green beginning when

they declaimed the dreams

we already owned

as if they birthed them,

crazed pickpockets of the heart, cruel

harbingers of unparalleled sadness.

leave them there to rustle:

blank pages in Your book of living air

mary angela douglas 31 march 2014